The Lasting Bond

November 18, 2010
By JanaB SILVER, Grosse Pointe, Michigan
JanaB SILVER, Grosse Pointe, Michigan
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The first time I saw you, you were small, like a pea in a
pod. Your eyes were closed shut almost as if you were
trying to block out all the devastation in the world. You
didn’t say much, but your face said it all, calm,
innocent, chill. Nothing seemed to bother you, everything
was your way. I put your palm in my hand, it fit right in
the center of it like a nucleus. The hairs on your head
were like delicate petals on a flower just bloomed. And so,
so soft. The smell you carried was so radiant, and so
shy that you could only grasp a whiff of it at a time. I
remember touching your hand and then you looked up at me,
and gave me a smooth smile. The connection we share is
eternal. Sister Love.


The author's comments:
I was inspired to write this poem, when I saw a girl let her little sister have her ice cream cone after she had dropped hers.

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