Sister

When I imagine the children we used to be

Our adventures and our play

the tall grasses we passed through

crackers and butter

How simple life was,

even when it wasn’t simple at all

I never would have made it without you.

Somehow I imagine there’s a thread,

that wove my soul to yours

and where you go I go

through time and space

and maybe next time I will lead

and keep you safe

and maybe next time

we won’t grow up

and surely it won’t matter

as long as we have each other

and I will always find your light

and recognize it as a beacon

that shines for me when it is night.

Through it all we’ll have our broomsticks

and fight back to back the monsters who attack

and be brave and fierce with the powers

born when sisters are.

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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