If only you were in real life
a Sis
I had two
today em too I'd never miss

You are a broad minded soul
to help the poorest and troubled
is your sole life's goal

Sis this is like a poem
I'm composing right now
after reading so many comments
I have known you and jess a long time

so I bow to both and say wow

At last he said nearing his end
he started loving me .....
then without calling me bro
he passed away you know

But I hope to go
before you even know
so do call me Neo bro

If I don't come on line for a week
sis believe me
I'd be over the unknown
invisible but grassy green cliff

Do remember this poetic-baby
in hugging arms you offer daily

All life I have never
ever asked for alms
only all like you
gave me charms
with wide open arms

I wonder what made a poet out of me
perhaps abject poverty
believe it or not I wasn't so born
from riches to rags
the whole life I did storm

Now I'm not that rich
except with bags of poetry
I daily endeavor to stitch

Hope many will read me
when I 'm gone
I know
you will hugging sis