Emma Kruse Vaai

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Sisters and Brothers

 

 

On sad days sometimes

you and I find

that we have each other.

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During such times brother of mine

inwardly I sigh

for I cannot bear to see

the inner core of your eye

welling a tear that will not spill

but mirrors the face of your sister here.

 

But come – Let us talk of good things

of happy times

of our separate lives

and of yours and mine.

Bad days shall pass

and tomorrow another

in the knowledge that we have each other.

Come to the table

your food is prepared

And I shall sit beside you

you who will always stand by me.

 

And when you go

I know you will never leave me

because

I know

I am

I am

the inner corner of your eye

where tears give birth.

 

 

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