Please keep reading, even after this is finished. This was a dedication….so here it is…my final word.
Pictionary
You said you would return
To play some Pictionary
"No later than eleven,
Don't you worry my little cherry."
I knew with all my soul
That my sister would not lie
She would return in time enough
To come and roll the dye.
You gave me a hug
And left through the front door
While I sat and set the game board
On the living room floor.
I waited for three hours
After a while I wondered why.
It was later than eleven
And then I heard a cry.
Mamma was on the kitchen floor
Shaking from toe to head.
"What happened?" I asked softly.
"My Kirstik, is dead."
Two policemen were behind her
They were frowning badly.
One looked straight at me
And then nodded sadly
"She was hit by a drunk driver." One said
"While going down a highway."
"I'm glad to know she didn't drink
In any shape or way."
I fell back and stared
At the kitchen wall
Nearly expecting you to come
And catch my dreadful fall
I shed a tear, and looked in fear
At our little game
"Kirstik," I whispered
Not wanting to forget your name.
I added to your legacy
With these unfinished pages
"The Pictionary Games."
That I saved over the ages
I put your name, your soul
Into everything I write
I finished this unfinished story
It took all of my might
I'll speak the very truth
When I say that I miss you
And deep down in my heart,
I know you miss me too.
I was 10 years old when my sister, Kirstik, was killed by a drunk driver in her junior year of high school. I miss her so much. You have no idea. This story is dedicated to her. My older sister.
Thank you Kirstik……