SISTER
The cheerful voice
Still
leader of the pack
Since the
neighborhood days of childhood
Lanky gang
of summer evenings – curfew at nine
Now transformed into arranging networks
And the
right guests matched over dinner
Easy to faint, spilt milk as a girl, fascinated by boys
Their
psyche. Transcended all that with sons
Of her own,
watching them grow and follow
Similar,
then different paths:
One on
whitewater rafts and mountain trails,
One in the northwest rains with a
Bosnian wife,
And the younger, more social one
Who
struggles on the battlefield of the mind.
