You are the youngest of my sisters children yet you are so wise.
Such tragedy to overcome a world without disguise.
The seed was sewn deep in your heart .
my sisters soul did not depart.
The love that lives within
the God given life , not yet to end ,
it is the seed of my sister’s heart.
The promise of God , is in the seed.
The harvest is the love she knew your soul would need.
I love you