Waiting for me waiting for you:

In fleeting youth Robin was stolen from an emotional theft.

That of a pleasant childhood.

Once taped into a chair in a dark closet, there brewing like a storm.

Later she was loved very much by her husband and a knowing few.

We who understood her harboring anger and resentments:

lingering like some galleons off a distant shore, in preperation to engage in a battle.

So in the end no more crap ever from anyone anymore.

Rest in joy and peace, in our hearts you near dear sister.

I will miss you ability to call a spade a spade.

Of the same father your brother. Love Johnny.