My Sister

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Sometimes you dip your fingers into
The holy water of our childhood.
You flick a little toward me
A benediction
A blessing
A recognition of who we once were
A long time ago now.

Sometimes faded thoughts cross your mind,
Like a bird flitting through the grey sky.
You glance behind you to where you left me,
You wonder what makes me sigh
And shake my head.
You do not realize or even want to know
About hurt or pain or love that is dead.

My sister, my stranger, I don’t know who you are,
I don’t know where you go though you went from me.
The little hand in mine let go, let go,
Along with the shells on the beach
That you threw to the waves and the sand and the sea.

Sometimes you lightly touch the flower
Of the garden of our childhood.
Fragile, it is, and your tread is heavy.
Your smile in to it
For a moment
A recognition of who we once were
A long time ago now.

(published by Flambard)

Catherine Broughton is a novelist, artist and a poet.  Her books are on Amazon and Kindle or can be ordered from most leading bookstores and libraries.  More about Catherine Broughton on localhost/tm

Posted on 29/04/2012 by Catherine
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