She remembers having two sisters…
She remembers experiencing loss for the first time but having to hide it because,
“Everything was going to be okay.”
She remembers her face and her smile.
She remembers touching her, her cold skin and expressionless face.
She doesn’t remember her laughter or her eyes because,
“It’s rude to talk about the deceased.”
She doesn’t remember her name, only a nickname she could never truly pronounce.
She doesn’t remember watching her grow because she never did.
But she wishes she did remember,
She wishes she had memories to remember,
or a second sibling to tease.
But there is no other sister,
There are no more memories,
And she does remember her death.