Sister - William Fitzsimmons, Michael Flynn

I’m overwhelmed

She stopped in for a spell

I found her true

Like she had always knew

She visits me On Sunday afternoon

A firmament

I welcome to this room

Sister dressed in mourning hue

Fall to me sent of better rooms

Leave me in water colored plumes

And melodies

Traces of the girl that I once knew

In evening now

She shadowed in the grey

Her covenant

To slowly slip away