DEAR TIFFANY By Becky © November 16, 1999 Well, sweet sister they have done it to us again I wonder why they like to hand out so much pain They are trying to separate us so we can not see Each other anymore and with this I can't agree. Why do grown ups who do work for the state Want to break apart siblings and cause us to hate Them and others who do not seen to care If they break our hearts when I cannot bear. To be alone again without you around to see That all will be well with you and with me Sweet sister I miss you each day that goes by They will not allow us to speak or touch, oh why Do they not seem to care what it will do the heart As we grow older and we are to be kept apart The rage seems to be building up inside of me now I want to just hit out to someone's jaw with a POW! I want to scream, rant and rave so listen they might But you and I are to young to know how to fight Back against the injustice of this grown up world Where they do not care, where our hearts are hurled Into the darkness where they might not ever heal Why can they not listen to us as we try to appeal For a little while it seems so short for one year We saw each other constantly now it would appear We will not be together because of some whim Of an adult who causes lights in our eyes to dim Oh sweet sister I do not want to lose you again I've lost one sister whose memory is now dim Please do no let yourself go back into the dark abyss Stay out here in the sun and smile my dear little sis Stay out and let your soul grow healthy and strong No matter what happens we know they are wrong I will always be here waiting to welcome you back And if it is allowed I will be there to help you pack Just hold on with your heart, your soul and your mind There has to be some one with a heart that is kind. Dear sweet Tiffany, my birthday is soon to be here They tell me that you will not be allowed to appear I will be thinking of you and save you some cake So please keep that chin up for mine and your sake I need now to close this letter because I need to go on The fact you're not allowed even to pick up the phone Is so hard to imagine the pain that it must cause you I don't know how to help I don't know what I can do Please, Tiffany if you can at any time let me know How you are doing because I am missing you so I will always love you dear sweet little sister of mine Please let someone hear me, please hear me in time. With love always Your Brother Christopher Belljoye November 16, 1999