Your laughter echoes through my mind
As thoughts return to our past times
Our girls’ nights out with drink and dance
I laughed so hard I wet my pants!
Your piercing eyes of brightest green
Men queuing to be on the scene
You flashed that look and gave a smile
It entertained them for a while
Fate bought us to each other
When my Dad married your mother
I was 10, you 6 years older
So much brighter, so much bolder
We were reprimanded all the time
I was your partner in every crime
Your fault or mine it was always the same
You stood and giggled while we shared the blame
I took the call “Joanne’s dead”
The cause was a haemorrhage in your head
I hit the floor on my knees and cried
In disbelief – How could you have died?
Your future gone, your young life lost
You lived life to the full but at what cost
Life goes on, that much is true
But it won’t be the same without you
For my step-sister, Joanne Webster, who died in November 2006 of a brain haemorrhage - aged 38.
I miss you Jo x
Paula Robinson
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