Poem: for my sister

sisters
sisters

How can I use my phone less? Should I?

I use it to reach out to my daughter…
I call my mama every day…

I tell my sister, I will call her
       And set an alarm to do it…
             Oh well…

I can just fly to the opposite coast…
      And hug her little one…
And be a perfect auntie… for one week…

Oh! that’s so cheating!
     Ok, I’m cheating….
            But I’m good at it!

Do you know why?
     Because when I see your little one…
        I see you… and I love her so much!

And I’m sorry I wasn’t a good sister…
I wanted to…
I planned on being fair, and caring, and supportive…
     When I was 9…
        But when I was 10….
I got jealous…
I didn’t even know that I was…

But you know what?
I still ironed your little blankets…
And went to get donated milk for you…
     Yes!
        In the snow!..
           For like 20 min walk through the snow…
Because you needed milk to grow…

            … and because I love you ❤




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