Silent Summer Sisters


Late afternoon sun

sinks through my tanned skin,

warming the marrow

in my bones.


My sister and I

lie silently,

listening to the tall, tall grass

whispering in the gentle breeze.


I reach out blindly

and find her hand,

wishing I could apologize

for being a stupid big sister.


Her hand squeezes mine

and my heart soars.

My unspoken apology

had been accepted.



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