Lying in that hospital bed,

Scared to say she lay almost dead.

At the age of twelve I worried,

I was young and feeling discouraged.

Your the idol and the angel I adore;

My big sister I want to spend time with more.

I prayed for angels to protect you and keep you from harm,

I sat, bedside, tearful and motionless holding your arm.

It was a week later til’ you returned,

Simple tasks were an issue but you soon learned.

Your a normal but still fragile human being,

Look at what impact I’m seeing.

Abbi; although you live so far away,

Your my sister and that will stay.