My Sister's Ashes

Hidden in a cupboard,
Waiting to be free again,
I see her eyes stare in to mine through the dust,
I hear her voice, the one I never heard,
The smell of smoke reminds me of the tragedy.
I feel her body, her skin as cold as ice,
But the warmth of her heart reaches out and touches mine,
I see the ashes dancing in front of my eyes,
Tears flow down my face like a stream in rainy season.
I hear her laugh,
I see her dance,
I feel her presence,
I smell the faint scent of smoke,
And I love her.