A skinny little thank you
For the Sunday phone call
That always comes when
I think I’ll miss you most of all
Like Dorothy told the Scarecrow
Just before clicking those fabulous shoes
To carry her back to the rainbow of HOME…
Our good as any twin hearts
Continue finishing the sentences
Of our shared souls
Too long now on separate beachfronts
With seasons sliced
Into two sandwhich halves
And our picnic basket of catching up
Overflowing, a long overdue feast
Like a string you tie around your finger
Reminding you of something left undone
I send kisses on comets
Lavender laughter to soothe you to sleep
And prayers you’ll always know
Your sister’s love
Waits by her window
Watchful that soon, hurry soon, come home
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