Mine Again

Submitted by Libby on Wed, 12/06/2017 - 06:59

She was there,
waiting for me,
smiling at me
with open arms.
A gasp of surprise
held back by fear
of losing this dear
sweet sister of mine.

In just a few minutes
we were walking,
chatting, talking,
arms round each other.
She was mine
the pain

“You’ve grown!”
I say
and pray
that the size of her feet
aren’t the same
as mine.

They are.

“Switch shoes!”
She says—
her suggestion,
not mine.
what happiness is.
That’s what we were—
I felt

“Girl, I’ve missed us,
our talks,
our laughs,
our fine photographs.”

My sister is back
from months
and months
of hurt
of pain;
she’s mine
once again.

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I really like this Libby. :) Especially the simple expression and description of restored companionship and joy after a time of loneliness and sorrow.

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