A Child Never Forgets

"Mommy, will you read to me?"

"Maybe later, mommy's busy."

How I hated those words

Said to us when we were little girls

Mama never had much time

Little for us could she find

All we had was each other, yet

All we wanted was our mother

We grew closer every year

But, Chrissy's death was coming near

Late one night, at the age of seven

My baby sister went to heaven

Mommy wasn't even there

I guess she never really cared

For every night a different date

Only to return when we'd awake

Mom, to me, took Chrissy's life

Died from a broken hearts stabbing knife

It's been ten years since that day

My baby sister went away

Mom is aging and getting gray

As I was leaving, she asked me to stay

I'd heard these words one time

Back when my sister was alive

My heart forever filled with Chrissy

I replied, "Maybe later, Mom, I'm busy."