She wanders through the open field
On and on, on and on.
She wanders to the middle, in the flowers
Near the primrose.
They whisper to her, in the midst of the wind,
Continually calling out her name.
She lies down flat, her eyes shut tight.
She thinks about the little girl
Who needed her all her life.
She opened her eyes and, in the blurriness of tears,
Could just make out her face.
She realized in that moment just how much
She needed her little sister.
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