Sister, Sister

19 Nov

I never got to see your tiny frame
All wrapped in a cozy little blanket,
Your tiny eyes peeking out like a dame
who longs for perfection at her banquet.
I try to picture how much resemblance
you would have assumed. Dark, pretty, glassy
eyes with thick eyebrows that command a dance.
Just like your sister, you’d have been classy.
Although I cannot answer all of this,
I know one thing for sure. My sets of clothes
and shoes and bags would have been all yours, sis.
But where are you? You’ll hear that my tears froze.
The store attendants would have known our names
One day, I pray to see your precious frame.


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2 responses to “Sister, Sister

  1. Oyinkan

    November 28, 2012 at 7:51 pm

    i loved this!!, almost teared up

  2. memkoh

    November 30, 2012 at 12:41 am

    Oyinkan, thank you so for taking out the time to not only read this poem, but to leave a comment.


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