Look to your Sister

I could start a poem

Create words of peotic tune

Clip together stanzas

Steal bits from lives in view

 

I could write a story

Solemn to the core

Sending silent tears

Dripping to the floor

 

I could sing a song

With joyful melody

Throw down random lyrics

Mess up the harmony

 

But none of that would alter

The way that falls the rain

Nor the fact that dreamers

Dream dreams of prayer for change

 

It’s an age-old line

Overused beyond the rest

That someday in the future

It’ll all turn for the best

 

Just do me one small favor

While you’re so far away

Don’t forget your small-town roots

And those you leave to stay

 

I don’t speak of myself

But your sister dear

Who, even as I write

Has eyes so full of fear

 

I write what I can’t say

The words beneath this peel

Her love for you is amazing

So palpable, so real

 

So don’t just walk away

To face the future on your own

Because nothing bonds so closely

As the ties of blood and bone.