how can we be related?
You face the world so different,
yet we are one and the same.
Your blood is in my veins,
but no two different people could there be.
You're older, but still so young;
is it me or is this gap slowly disappearing?
It is now that we have felt the bond,
with all this distance between us.
This space became our band-aid -
covering the wound we falsely named love.
But things have begun to change,
and I can say "I love you" with a straight face.
Yes, I love you sister,
I can see that now.
Your stubborn ways;
your quickness to anger;
the tears that fall from embarrassment.
I'm with you - I feel them too.
I know all about you,
for I am a part of your life.
You can feel me as well,
and though we still may not agree,
we have learned to appreciate what has been given to us.
We will always be together,
for we were made from love for each other.
Sister, my sister;
we are one.
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| Linda Loyce (Sager) Morse 10/31/47-7/14/2020 |
