My smiles at the end of a bad day
appear when I hear you say,
my favourite word of them all.
Sister.
Although between us there is no blood tie
you choose to offer comfort when I cry.
When after it's visit, joy requests for me to sing
you join in on the chorus and cause it to merrily ring.
If sorrow places a boulder on my shoulders for me to bear ,
you offer both of yours without a single glare.
For all these reasons,
shall you be in my heart for every season
of my life.
YOU ARE READING
Starlight Soliloquies
PoetryPoems spoken aloud till the rhythm was found and steeped in starlight till they shimmered.
