Sarah always came home
drunk,
She was more like the punk,
Eva was,peaceful like the
monk!
Devoid of all the world's
audible junk..
The world was a blunt place to
Sara,
Loving and adventurous to Eva.
The sisters complementary,
Their love for each other had
no boundary.
Sara 's health was failing,
Like a young bud dying before
blooming .
Eva now forlorn and
devastated.
Now more to god she was
dedicated..
Sara lied down, lethargic.
She was as cold as the arctic.
Her tormenting mind now
quiet , at ease,
But she wanted Eva to hear the
breeze,
clinging of the keys, buzzing of
the bees.
It was now all quiet for Sara ,
Her own sobbing, deafening
for Eva.
Sara's death filled sound in
Eva's ears.
Sara s cochlea now hers.
New senses filled in Eva,
She valued her life even more
for she now was Eva and Sara .
