Sister Poems That Make You Cry Short Novels & Stories

’ Without realizing it, my cheeks start to feel wet, bringing my hand up, I unconsciously wipe at the tears. “Shit, why am I even crying?” But the tears freefall from my eyes now. And not the soft, quiet kind with pretty sobs, but full-blown ugly crying from reading a few notes on documents. What the hell is wrong with me? This time, I let myself be consumed by the tears and the ache that I feel deep in my chest. I cry for my father, who sacrificed so much, yet still lost in the end. I cry for my mother, who got caught up in the middle of this much like me and my sister. I cry for my sister, who I’ve not seen or heard of in months.

Apprehension circling in my gut, but my focus is clear, and my mind made up. “Sisters don’t say goodbye, they say laters, Chica. I have thing to figure out and plan, so I’m going upstairs.’ I use Meadow’s pet name, our eyes meet as damp emotional smiles are passed, in that one instance, I know a love that I’ve needed for the past eight years, a true friend, and it kills me that I only found it to leave it behind. I’m going to miss those blue eyes, and that sassy spunk of my beautiful wild femme sister. I pull myself to my feet, head determined, and surprisingly free of tears, despite her breaking her heart and crying floods as she watches me move. She stays immobile, like she’s stuck on the

burst the child in tears, yelling in fear. “SIS!!” called her elder sister as she left her mother’s hand and ran back to her. “WAAA BENAETHA! BENAETHA!!” cried the girl in sadness, “MAMA LEFT US! SO DID DAD!” she lay on the floor weeping in front of her sister. “It’s okay..” sobbed Beneatha trying to comfort her sister by stroking her head when immediately she also started crying. “Sister… please don’t cry” sobbed her elder sister when the little one tried to keep herself down as she stared at her from her position.

I don't know exactly how much my sister participated in, but that fucker definitely suffered before he was killed. Christine cries hard and long in my arms, years of suppressed emotions pouring out of her. "Shhh, it's okay, babe. I'm right here," I murmur, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She buries her face in my chest, clutching onto me like she's afraid if she lets go, I'll leave her. The sight of her crying makes my heart feel like it's shattering. She's always been a strong, unbreakable woman, one who's carried herself with a grace I could only admire. Seeing her like this, so raw and vulnerable, is almost more than I can handle.

- her eyes come to my mind and I close mine tightly, I shake my head to keep those cold eyes away - I can't hold back the tears before that look, so I run away. - Oh my sister - she hugs me tight, and I cry some more. - And what's worse, now it's too late, my little girl has probably already been adopted by a couple... What a pain, sis... I want her so much... Our hearts have chosen each other - I squeeze her and close my eyes just feeling the tears that come out of my broken heart in several pieces.

I just ignored them and walked out but couldn’t ignore the burning sensation in my heart and I swear I felt like dying at that moment. I walked out of the magnificent gate and I could feel the tears building up again, trying not to cry and scare passersby, I held it in until a heavy rain started and then I knew it was a message from God to cry it all out for the second time that day. I cried even though the rain drenched the tears before they could reach my face and I called out my sister’s name in the rain like a mad woman hoping she will hear me and answer my cries, that I’m sorry for everything.

"Sis, I can't sleep. Can I stay here?" "Sis, why does Papa hurt you like this? It shouldn't be like that. If I could take away your pain, I would." "Sis, I'm so happy you're my sister. You're like two people in one—you’re my sister and my best friend." "You know, Sis, if I could pick anyone to be my sister, it would always be you. I love you, Sis!" I couldn't hold back the tears as I remembered those moments. It hit me hard that I'd never hear Violet's voice again.

She was barely recognizable. I stood over her and it felt like I was in a dream. This couldn't be real. I refused to believe it was. My sister is dead. I swallowed the lump in my throat but the tears fell on their own. I lost all resolve and a sob broke out. I fell to my knees and cried like a baby. I could never say how sorry I was. I was a bad brother to her and I allowed this to happen. I don't know how long I was on the floor crying. I got up and wiped my tears.

It burned and flared. “Are you crying?” Those words were issued with a grunt. My fingers came up to wipe the strand of tears that had fallen. That was the same reaction every time I thought about him. Tears spilled unknowingly. How pathetic. “No light.” My younger sister, Amy hollered from the bathroom. “What the fuck!”

I cried for my sister. I cried for myself and my poor daughter.