5/19/14: A Sonnet for a Sister

They put her back together with glue,
But a gust of wind found the cracks.
As she crumbled I thought—what am I to do?
Watching helplessly as opportunities to escape fly pass,
I curl up by myself and wait.
No matter how much she fights everyone knows
That glue can’t hold her, neither can tape.
And this is how things are supposed to go.
The final scene’s been a long time coming.
She isn’t a little girl anymore.
No longer comforted by hugs and humming
Yet, I can’t bring myself to shut the door.
She isn’t an angel—that I know,
But she is my sister, I won’t let go.


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