Sisters Rarely Speak of
Sisters rarely speak of their
More than brothers, do, of course, but less
sweet waves that break before expression,
Feelings too routine to need
Romantic love has phases like the moon:
full, and gone from sight.
Sibling love is more a simple tune
silent and unknowing day and night.
But now I wish to sing out loud,
All the things that daily I might hide,
That you might see
your inner grace my way,
And share with me my gratitude and
Ah, sister! You will always have my love!
This part of us the
years shall not remove!
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon