Hosanna Joy

Her lips were purple,
her face a powder white.
I knew my baby sister wasn’t right.
“She’s now in heaven,”
said a mother torn in grief.
“For the first time she knows relief.”
An unfinished pine box,
made by my father’s hands.
Everyone in a daze of funeral plans.
“Goodbye baby sister,
there are few as strong as you.
We won’t forget battles you fought through.”
Holding tight the ribbon,
my balloon dark maroon.
Let it go. Watch the crowd disperse too soon.
Just a memory
in a five-year-old’s mind.
Deepened with my seasons and outlined.

Mary Grace van der Kroef

Mary Grace van der Kroef is a poet, writer, and artist from Ontario, Canada. She loves the simple things in life, like a good cup of coffee and visits with friends. She is a mental Health Warrior and endeavors to uplift others with her words.

4 comment on “Hosanna Joy

  • Jackie Kierulf
    September 28, 2021 | 7:17 pm

    Such sorrow painted with beautiful words.

  • Karla
    September 28, 2021 | 7:18 pm

    Tears still flow Mary ❤️❤️

  • Marlene
    September 28, 2021 | 8:42 pm


  • Marilee
    September 29, 2021 | 1:56 pm

    Well written from a “big” sister’s heart, Mary Grace!
    Thank the Lord for memories!

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