My two sisters and I ALWAYS called ourselves “The Three Sisters”. Both of them passed away at age 54 – Now I represent the three of us. I’m in the middle.

One of three left in the black of night, As the white coats tried to play God. Stripping her heart of its peaceful rest, Claiming lawful words didn’t fit. Third sister stands alone in the fight, In the blackness of the night. As the second of three lays in a cloudy haze, Family tightly wound ‘round her. Tears spoke freely of past memories, While the dwindling of time sped by. Third sister… Read More

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