Alabaster : Rachel

I wish I had the words
for a better Goodbye
                       My sweet sister  
Your plays were an extension of you
the way you swam between scenes
In hopes people wouldn’t see the real you
The dreamer, the quiet girl  
whose life drains from her skin as the days pass

The acts you’ve swayed in so effortlessly
Left impressions in the wood you walked,
 the shadows you casted
I can hear your voice echoing Heaven’s cathedral  
 I know they cannot match you,  
A True Angel in the crowd of painted on wings.

We were in awe of your performance on stage on Earth
Now you have an orchestra of trumpets and a choir backing you...
Give them your best up there,  
I want to hear the sky rumble with applause and tears fall  
Some may call a Thunder Storm,
I’ll know it’s you Rachel...
Giving them the best you have  
with Mother in the audience screaming
"That’s my girl!"