This poem is about my baby sister, Jessica. I am adopted, and I have a sister who is adopted also, but from a different family, so we're not blood sisters, but sisters all the same. Our family takes care of foster children, and that's how our mother got us (not my birthmother). It's painful when the babies leave us, but it's helpful for them. Jessica was born 4 years after me, and was just comming into foster care when we got her. My mom took her in because she knew that Jessica was my sister, and felt like it would be a good thing to take her in. It hurts me horribly that she is gone, and I didn't let anyone near her at her funeral (tones of "funny" stories there). I put all her things in her coffin, and only have a few things that didn't get put into the coffin, that are hers.
