when Father died, you were 13
the first thing you asked was if you would ever
see your sisters and brothers again.
we were five and you were just one, an only child.
I don't think that question even crossed my mind
but I'm glad it crossed yours, you could remind me
so you would
find your way back to smiling after that loss.
and here we are again, some 27 years later
and you have smiled your way in life,
with two beautiful children, yes, a few bumps
but look at me, your sister,