friends again

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.