Every Parent's Fear

Dear Sister
Still sometimes, the pit of my stomach bottoms out
And a wave comes over me
I am not immune
And I hold my children closer
And I pray that they will stay
Much longer on this earth than me
I pray that I will get to see them grow
And I think of you
And what we've all missed
And today I feel sick
For some reason I can't bring any of the good memories to the front
All I can see is you lying there
Still and empty
Every parent's fear