( / Colorado, USA)

For Jane

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.

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Her poems capture life, but never tell of anger.... of strife. when my tongue was mean and foul. She taught me to be good and kind.... She has been a sister, mother, friend.... //..... Thanks for introducing such a lovely and caring sister.
The typical sister. A beautiful sibling relationship... can feel the love. Thank you..
Loved your work.awesome
Thank you for writing a comment on my poem that is just as beautiful as this tribute to your sister! Kind regards, Margaret Alice
A beautiful portrait of an ideal sister nicely painted......................................
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