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I reminisce
and in the midst
of all that shimmers
are sisters
giddy, giggling
mischievous mimickers
silly, secretive
sometimes including me
innocent little girl
invited in the side door
simply since I’m
their sister
Kindred spirits
linked by
lineage, image,
preference
swapping shirts
friends
pieces of pizza
quibbling incessantly
slamming
bedroom doors
indignantly
on sisters
Time ticks
sand sifts
shifting roles
dismantling, distancing
stretching, merging
through revolving doors
molding us into
older versions of ourselves
obvious mirror images
of another—our mother
like it
or not
Three cognate
Women waltzed
before me
demonstrated
courageous choices
causes, consequences
failed sometimes
opened doors
to opportunities
offered counsel
solicited
or not.
Older
bolder
innocence overcome
louder laughter
and lament
profound Providence—
doors closed
that needed closing
stronger bond
forged with another
ready
or not
Mother said
sisters stick together
I wish it were
as true for one
as for three
some secrets
construct
impervious walls
void of doors
-those oughtn’t be
whispered even
to sisters
One sticks
closer than sisters
knows sorrow
greater than ours
offers, inspires
empowers, forgives
ignites hearts buried
in stone walls
opens Himself -the door-
willing to restore
once more
as sisters
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