Dear Sister

I know you wanted scattering
Along with all your dogs
Released into the wind by phil
As he carried your ash box

You didnt want to be in the ground
Thats not whats meant to be
You want to go into the air
For all your friends to see.

Upon our childhood place you went
Be happy now your near
Cause the messages i get each day
Show your love is true and dear

Its a pity they can not connect
With you my spirit Sis
Ive tried to the best you ask
Even though your truly mised

I found your wooden cross you speak
And put it where you 
Behind the glass where it belongs
Missing its golden link

I know about this cross you speak
Upon a golden chain
I  the person whos got it
Will get no luck just pain

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Personally, this is your best work.
The others, just rushed porn.
Maybe you were jacking off as you wrote it.
One nasty poem did kinda work me up.
I forgot the title.
Keep writing. You could use the therapy.