Sister

Little sister/daughter/girl
black ringlets frame your face
and gap-toothed smile.
Bundled up in pink/purple puffy coats
like melted marshmallows
we explore our garden/jungle/forest
mittened hands clasped.
Little ladybird
scurrying behind the trees
you gleefully begin our game of
pretending
to be spies/heroes/mermaids
before retiring for the day
into our lilac sanctuary/room
giggling into the night
scribing bunk-bed messages
for the future.

Sister/daughter/woman
black ringlets frame your face
and pierced nose.
Cross-legged and poised on the sofa
crafting/typing/straight-talking
charged by lightening
ready to once again explore.
Wise owl
perched on a branch
staring into the opening sky
preparing
to travel/learn/fly for the first time
but not before retiring for the day
into the nooks of the sofa
with gin/wine/phone in hand
dreaming of adventures
for your future.


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