Sisters

Over the years, my sister and I have spent many nights sharing memories and reminiscing over shared childhood experiences. I have come to think of these times as a sort of therapy session, as we not only laugh about the good times, but we cry and seek comfort for the bad times.
I've been feeling lately as though my sister is a million miles away, and I miss her like crazy! So here's a poem I wrote after one of these late night trips down memory lane...

Your pain is my pain
I carry it every day
Your joy is my joy
May it always be that way
I love it when you say
Come, sister, let's sit and talk
of nightmares unspeakable
of dreams unflappable
of givers and
of takers
of childhood mischief makers
of wisdom before hidden and
of hope,
surprising, unbidden
But most especially the love we feel...
I've felt it always,
I feel it still!