My sisters' name is Lela, the oldest of us girls.
She taught me most of what I know of things about this world.
We did so much together, and it was hard to let her go.
Her voice was like an angel's, her smile as bright as snow.
I miss my sister Lela, my tears I can't hide.
So we gathered around the day she left.
We wanted to be by her side.
We sang her songs of Jesus and family on the other side, and when she took her last breath, we saw heaven in her eyes.
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Mary Bowie
I am a mother of three and a grandmother of nine.
I love to write, and I am still learning. I lost my oldest son nine years ago, and writing helps me to cope.
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