My sister is my heart.
She opens doors to rooms
I never knew were there,
Breaks through walls
I don't recall building.
She lights my darkest corners
My sister is my past.
In her I recognize myself,
A history only we share.
Filling up empty spaces
Healing the broken places
1 comment:
That's beautiful mom. succinct, simple, to the point, and it paints a heart picture.
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