sister
giggles erupt
the room recycles
paint-fumes and the
art of conversation.
brush strokes across canvas,
thick colours,
blending like the
blood we share.
relating on
paper and in life.
sister, youthful semblence
of me
yet completely her own.
sipping cups of tea we
simmer and steep,
deep, confiding,
letting the paint dry.
a picture-perfect hour.
6 Comments:
Emily, i LOVE this one!
makes me want a sister =)
keep writing!
A.
So let's all have tea together when everyone comes for the BIG OCCASION in a montth.
sounds wonderful ma! :)
em, thanks for sharing your home & your city & your old school & your thoughts & your tea & your paints & your wisdom with me this year! i wouldn't trade it for anything!
crazy sisters.
I really enjoyed that poem too, Emily. It makes me thankful that even though I don't have a blood related sister, that I have kindred spirits around this globe that are great substitutes. Thanks!
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