This is something i wrote for my sister since she died on this day seven years ago. It ain't perfect cause i don't like changing stuff once it's down. This happened when i was seven.
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Once upon a summertime,
I layeth by a lake divine,
the air filled with scent of oak & pine,
and none eyes there but yours and mine,

I cry to remember that ill-fated day,
when that was sad, which should have been gay,
For it's the day you died dear May,
it is for you that tonight i pray,

My sister, why did you have to drown,
while i sleepeth on the moist-wet ground,
awakened only by your final sound,
entangled by your favorite gown,

by the time i found you it was too late,
you'd already made it to the heavenly gate,
it's like the devil chose you for bait,
for i wished to die too, in that lake

But i heard your voice saying "Kenny be strong,
all is not lost though now i'm gone,
so silence please, your dreadful drone,
for though i am dead you are not alone,

For by your side shall i ever be,
Brother Kenny please, weep not for me,
i've gone to a better place, you'll see
for in the end we all have to pay this fee,

I would've chose surely not to leave thee,
but the choice was clearly not given to me,
because in the end it is the choice of He,
He who would weild our destiny,

But Kenny, please do not die
And Kenny, please do not Cry,
Do it as a final wish of mine,
for in my heart it is for you i pine."

So, my sister, do not fear,
i will live, for me that's clear,
If you wish it i'll shead no other tear,
Until again your voice i hear,

But this time it'll be tears of glee,
so please my sister, forget not me,
for i won't forget the times when we,
used to lie by that great oak tree,

I won't forget the face of yours,
or that beautiful groan when had to do chores,
or the times at camp when you helped me make smores,
or the times i awoke you with my loud snores,

My first love, shall you ever be,
as nice and kind as you were lovely,
and until the time my god calls for me,
family we remain forever, you and me

and no matter what our memories will stay,
and i'll try to forget that fateful day,
and instead i'll remember the times i would play,
with my god-given sister, the beautiful May,

And until i see again your eyes with mine,
i shall smell the scent of oak and pine,
while i layeth by a lake divine,
Once upon every summertime.
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I tried to post this once but it didn't show up so if it's a double post i apologize.