Sisters

We were and are separated
By long years and miles
Yet memories linger, like how
You used to CLAIM that I was
A Sarah Bernhardt, a sly accusation
That did label me
An ACTOR, a faker
All my emotions as melodrama
Or how you pointed out my clothes as
TACKY (One of your favorite words)
Casually crushing adolescent feelings
Our relationship was shaped by
Your hard polished side
That shines out to me
Like the FACET of a diamond
I struggle to turn it
And find the softer ties that loop
This gem around my neck

Georg’ann

“GUARD her”, you ask SAINT
Your love is an altar made
This FACET shines bright

Heather