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A shy little girl, she used to be,

When we were young and carefree.

Always together, rarely apart;

My sister, Vickie and me.



We played with dolls together

And danced the hula in grass skirts

Our lives were filled with wonder;

My best friend, Vickie and me.



One day we moved so far away,

Our new home was an adventure;

So much we found to do together;

My playmate, Vickie and me.



But darkness followed us there,

And moved right in our home.

In silence we carried our pain;

All alone, Vickie and me.



Then something terrible happened

Though I can’t remember just when

She left me to be by herself;

So lonesome was my Vickie.



For years she wouldn’t let me in,

To help her with her pain;

Tormented both day and night;

So sad, my precious Vickie.



I couldn’t erase her sorrow,

Or the pain that haunted her past,

So she left me one spring day;

My sweet angel, Vickie.



Now she’s happy with our Lord,

Her pain’s gone forever more.

And one day soon, again we will be;

Together, Vickie and me.



Debbie Edmiaston

Feb. 9, 2003