Where are you,
crazy lady?
I miss you,
because I never had a baby sister
to look up to me
and you’re the closest I got to that.
Don’t think that
just because you’re always the one
making desperate decisions,
uncertain of which way
tomorrow is pointed,
doesn’t mean
I don’t need you as well.
You’re one of the few people
who knows what’s
under this skin,
the weaknesses
of our shared DNA.
Sher,
we are more than kindred spirits,
more than familia,
I recognize
the self-deprecating humor,
the desire to please,
and that kernel of doubt
at the deepest part
of the soul
just as I recognize
my own face in the mirror,
except,
you’re prettier.
Call me.
Gotta hand it to ya Buddah Babe.You've got humor in spades...along with everything else..You don't know me,but I'm callinz ya anywayz!
ReplyDeleteDebra Harry
Brudda, Sherri had BETTER call you. There aren't many people on this earth with whom one shares spiritual DNA. This was from the heart, very nice when read aloud. Love, Ameleh
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