MY SISTER PUSHPA

 I miss your great strength

I miss your resourcefulness

I miss your spontaneous cackle as

There was nothing you could not tackle

Any challenge that life threw your way

You met it head on with nary a sway

You always came through for me, without fail

Now I feel bereft without you and rant and wail

From the rich ore of our memories, I have now mined and

Strung, a necklace with all the gold nuggets that I could find

I have bid adieu to all the sadness and any lingering bitterness

Cherishing just our enduring love, mutual affection and dearness

Your memory is still quite fresh and leafy green

Time has not taken its toll nor robbed its sheen

Your hospitality was legendary

And you entertained all and sundry

You were my big sister and I loved you

But came to know how much only after I’d lost you!!!

WITH LOVE

An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.  ~Author Unknown
An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights.  And sorrows too.  ~Pam Brown