Elizabeth The Sister I Miss The Most

A true poem about my sister. My mother lost her right before she was born. I was only 2 and I did not understand anything. But I still remember going to the hospital to see them. It was heart breaking when my parents told me how the doctors said there might be something wrong in the delivery room, but SHE didn't listen to her co workers. I still cant believe SHE still has her job. Dear SHE this is a poem to you for taking my mother's child. My father's child. And my sister.