I found my sisters artwork hidden
in the shadow of her empty rooms
An old sketch caught my eye
Bright sparks, stars, orbit over our house
Damp air from my open window
made me hold my breath
A sudden swirl, lifting dry leaves
The rustle made me think of her footsteps
Something I haven’t heard in over a year
Harsh words had passed between us
Christmas coming up, I keep my fingers crossed
We can make things better around the family table
I breathe slow, as we pull a cracker together
Fingers crossed; we can put the harsh words behind us…
©AnitaDawes2022
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Good luck! Didn’t happen in my family. 😦
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Thanks for this beautiful message! Also a good advice! Have a nice day! xx Michael
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Bless you, Michael…
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Loved the poem! Sisters fight but we always make up too.
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Glad you loved this one, Pooja…
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Such a beautiful message! I love this!
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Thank you so much, Jan…
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Beautiful, Anita. Poignant and full of gentle hope. ❤
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Anita sends her thanks, Diana, as do I…
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Niceee
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Bless you!
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