For my sister Melinda,
who worked at the restaurant
by the sea
Who never drank milk
And confidently dove into the ocean
With a cotton dress on.
For my sister Melinda
Who repainted my walls crimson
And had twisty black hair
And introduced me to Thia cuisine,
Who appreciated and exhibited
exquisite artwork.
For my sister Melinda
Who embraced my body with hugs
And my philosiphies
With fascination,
Who loved to work
And meet diverse groups of people
And boldly painted
Vibrant red flames
On her car.
For my sister Melinda,
Who always understood,
Who believed in me,
Fed into my current beliefs,
And who influenced my dreams enormously
by teaching me
To fight relentlessly.
For My Grandmother
For my grandmother who
had the voice of an angel
and could always make me laugh
who taught me about
how times have changed
and how to be a better person
For my grandmother who
thanked God everyday for
what she was blessed with
and put others before herself
who never gave up hope
and lifed life to the fullest
each and every day
For my grandmother
who will always be loved
and missed
by her family and friends
and remembered
for the ways in which
she touched our lives
My True Hero
For my brother Mark
Tall with sparkling blue eyes
in his smile love is revealed
Always walking with confidence
When filled with doubt, he kept us positive
For my brother Mark
Who was at the worst of times made me feel safe
For hours and hours he kept me laughing
His imagination kept boredom at bay
Comfort always there with his hugs
For my brother Mark
Who won my respect by never giving up
Holding my hand to the very end and saying I love you
It meant the world to me
Grandpa
For my Grandfather Bill
Who loved to joke and laugh
And was always there for me,
Who knew when I was feeling down.
Who was always the center of attention
Even on bad days.
Who loved life and his family
Who loved to take walks
And eat chocolate
Who never cooked
Always had take out
Who loved to gamble at Foxwoods
And win money
Who loved baseball
and the beach and jumping through the waves
Who never frowned or yelled
Even on bad days
I miss him and always will
My eldest inspiring sister,
talent pours from her lips,
nimble hands teem with music.
In her room she sits with her guitar
breaks the silence
of a quiet afternoon
with her welcoming melody.
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