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When My Time is over

Poetry By: SkarlettStone
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We older syblings dont say it often enough at all, but we mean it, and we all feel the same, no matter what.


Submitted:Jul 6, 2009    Reads: 43    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Remember That I loved you,

And I was always there,

Remember I only Scolded you,

Because you made me scared.

Im Only afraid when I think I'll lose you,

And even if we never admit it,

We are your older syblings,

And we all feel this way.

You are still my little sister, brother, cousin, niece,

And no matter the anger,

Or the price of keeping you safe,

I was there to help raise you,

And in short,

The only thing I can say is,

You are my life's work.





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