Ashes To Ashes

My sister’s ashes sit upon the top shelf

Taken too soon by Satan himself

She was the baby, the youngest of six

Now she is gone & there’s no way to fix

The mess we are in, our world’s upside down

But I smile & I nod as I try not to frown

For she shines from above & within & without

As I contemplate death, not a shadow of doubt.