Sis

She is short and I am tall
We naturally talk about it all
Over the phone during a call
More than thirty years
Never nearly finished at all

Girls stand together, my dear
Not only then, during puberty’s tears
But through divorces in the years
Raising our children
Together alone we confront fears

She made me what I am now,
A proud and good friend, to who will allow
She’s a laugh, and how
Not always easy
Being told, by the move of your brow

Yesterday she told me this
How she has always seen me as a sis
I could now tell you my whole list
The reasons why I
Easily will always love that bitch

Thank you for this lovely talk
During this cozy snowy winter walk
I won’t bore you any longer
Because I feel the need to call her


Happy Lights:
As part of a way to shed some more light on the world in these dark times , I’ve asked to be inspired by my people and their happy moments. I write a piece inspired by what they tell or show me. This way the happiness echoes.

This one is from my mothers dear friend Saskia (left in the picture).