Ode to Thea

She is pure and sweet With the face of an angel Though all I have are just memories Of our time together. My little sister who would follow Me around Eyes, big and deep as the ocean Hair the colour of liquid gold I think of her contagious laugh, And it fills me with bittersweet Emotion as I could never forget it, But have not heard that laugh in ten long years. I wonder what her life is like. If she still smiles at the beauty of The simplest of things. I sometimes wonder if I would recognize Her walking down the street, But how could I not for she is my Flesh and blood. I would see the sparkle in her eyes That showed her admiration for all the Things around her, and immediately I would know that it was her. I think about her every day, I see our picture together Resting gently on my dresser, in the "Sister" picture frame that does nothing but Long for a new photo of us. It's the first thing that catches my eye As I enter my room. Her sweet melodic movements, so graceful, So soft. My little ballerina, that I miss so much. I wonder if we'll ever meet again.