For Rose
(a summer reminisce)
I sing,
and you laugh
as we dance around the kitchen.
My blue skirt floats about my ankles.
Your smile,
creates similar tickles.
I feel life.
It swells inside my chest
and I laugh from pure happiness.
I feel you in the other room,
seated on the piano bench.
And while I slice zucchini, I sway to your music.
I am most blessed to have you,
Sister.
