for my sister, amy callan
there’s some part of me
that won’t be contained
she rises up while I sleep
skips down the hallway
floats down stairs
and slips out the door
she lives a life unknown to me
hasn’t learned a thing since grade school
couldn’t tell you the time of day or night
but she knows a life well lived
she dances on tables
her hair is never in place
and if you ask her the key to a happy life
she’ll tell you:
fling the doors wide open
on the fire that burns inside you
©heartsdeesire
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I can feel her energy with your poem, very vibrant!
Wow, so free-ing a feeling to read this. Thank you Beth!
BEAUTIFUL!
I can’t say how much i love this…thank you for dedicating it to me…I’m honored. It’s just perfect <3 <3 love you!
whooooo HOOOOO! (O:
wow, gorgeous descriptions. Beautiful!
Thank you everyone!
Thank you Jules! For some odd reason, I just found your comment in the spam folder, 9 days after you posted it. Silly WP :) I look forward to hearing from you when you land back home.