Sisters

For my Sister

A Word
A thought
A mere memory
Yet all the years
I pointedly see
You’d laugh
I’d cry
I’d laugh
You’d cry
You got older
So did I
Without an explanation
Truly of why
The Barbies were put away
So were the blocks
We no longer analyzed neighbor’s rocks
We both had struggles
And over-achieved
How we survived
No one still believes.
Those were the days
We screamed and fought
All hopes of friendships
We feared were lost
Then one day
No one can say when
We put all away
Childish things again
Found in each other
Much more than Barbie or Ken
Found in a sister: deep love
A best friend.

~DaLe