Dear Sister,

Oh has it been too long

Since I saw your face;

Its radiance mimicking the sun.

Do you remember the days

Where we would watch countless stars?

Our days of youth:

Short, cut too soon,

But nevertheless fun.

Dear Sister,

Perhaps I treated you too harshly.

Control over everything was wrong

And I apologize sincerely.

I remember the days

When I mocked your mere existence.

If only I’d been more protective,

Responsible,

But now I fear me.

Dear Sister,

How is our Dear Brother feeling?

Can he remember the memories

Of us all together?

I miss the days

Of our family, 

Reunited with no care.

On second thought,

It may be better if he doesn’t.

Dear Sister,

I cherish the good we left behind.

Perhaps in the future,

We can relive old memories.

Until we reach those days,

Look to the moon:

This equals my love for you-

Equal to its countless stars

Sincerely,

Your Dear Brother

You

It’s funny —

How the flowers can freeze every winter

And still find time to bloom in the spring.

I want to look at them and say,

I admire you.

You remind me that we do bounce back.

Dusk

I think that

Whenever the sun finally sinks down

Beneath the distant lake we call dusk

He whispers to the orange leaves

And he says to them,

Fall. Your story doesn’t end at change.

Snow

I wonder

If sometimes the night sky feels like crying

And just before the clouds drip their tears

It stops. Looks down at all of us,

And decides to snow.

A joke that says, see? Tears can fly too.

Sun

I’ve heard that

Lightning can never hit the same spot twice.

But I think someone must have fibbed there,

‘Cause doesn’t the sun do just that?

I wanna do that.

Hear that I can’t, but still say, I’ll try.

The other kids never seem to want to be my friend.

Mija, you can’t blame them if you never reach out.

So I buy the best toys and try to

March with the other large bows and bright shoes.

We can race each other to the bottom.

While I stand alone at the oak tree, I believe that maybe

tomorrow will be better.

I abandoned the weird ones

so that I may sit at the table at the top.

I gossip with the other fake lashes and straightened hair.

Once you finish her assignment

do you want to go walk with us?

I sit in that small office as they search my bag

and she repeats the words I grew tired of hearing.

If you leave this life behind, I guarantee you that

tomorrow will be better.

I’m tired of pretending

and for that, they love me.

We’re hanging out at my house again.

I giggle with the girls that adopted their own style

as we paint our faces to look like the animals we are.

I fall asleep with a smile because I know

tomorrow will be better.

Wake up ready to play all day

Worries away

Only sunshine

Ready to dine

Everybody in the dining hall

Lots of rainfall

Worried faces

Silence fills spaces

Girls, you have to go home today

All in dismay

Ready to go

Our second home

Cerulean sky.

Morning rays, to break the day.

Sunset-turn heaven.

Oh, to be shifting

Fluidly as stars above,

Yet remain centered

Nature has a way

Of changing for existence,

As a stone in tides.

Phases of the moon.

A cycle of remaking.

An ageless pattern.

To live is to be changing,

As nature’s rearranging