To My Sister on Her Graduation
|To my sister on her
Old memories are a movie starring you.
Much of me is shaped by our relation,
Years and years of watching what you do.
So like two trees alone upon a meadow,
Interplaying with the rain and sun,
Shaped by the turning earth through light and shadow,
The growth of two becomes the growth of one.
Even as we struggled for the light,
Remember how we shared the dreams of night.
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