To my little sister

I’m sorry I never answered your letters
and teased you too much
I’m sorry I never understood your troubles
or showed you my love

You smell like sunday afternoon sun
you feel like fingers in my hair
and back rubs in church
You look like picture books
spread out over our couch
You sound like laughter to my
sarcastic jokes

you are not just my sister
but something much more

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