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This is a “tribute” in “honour” of Christine Geraldine Smith
(February 28, 1967 – April 26, 2002)
A poem dedicated to my late sister
Christine Geraldine Smith
You're Not Here
By Julia Geraldine Smith
Everyday, I think of you Christine
but you are not here.
I miss your bright sparkling eyes,
your humour and zest for life.
This empty void you have left behind
cuts like a knife.
If only I could turn back “time.”
Our sisterly chats and long hours
sharing quality time together.
When you were gravely ill,
you held my hand so tight,
and made me promise
not to “let go of you.”
“I will never let you go Christine”
and “Always Together”
was all I could say.
I think of your words every day,
like it was yesterday.
You kept saying, “Why me?”
Why you Christine?
Why were you taken from us so young?
I pictured you falling in love again,
but you didn’t get that chance
and you are not here.
I pictured you holding your son
(Ricki Topias Hiltunen)
in your arms again, but you didn’t get that chance
and you are not here.
We were robbed Christine of precious time with you.
You were robbed Christine of precious time to see
your son grow up into a fine young man.
A Special “Auntie Christine” my eternal sorrow.
You had so much to live for and more to accomplish.
It still feels empty being here without you.
I know I have to somehow live with the pain,
of never seeing your smile or
hearing your voice ever again.
The answers that I’ll never find,
nor ever understand,
I only wish you were here.
So I could hug you, and take you by the hand
down to the beach with your son
for ice-cream and to puddle in the sea
and write our names in the sand.
But you are not here.
I miss you so much Christine
more than words can ever say
My precious memories of you stays
with me every day.
We were always there for each other.
When the day came for you to leave,
my world fell apart. It's been years now;
I still can’t accept the reality
that you're gone.
You’re not here!
Your loving sister, Julia