Dedication to my sister
My Sister, Robin Marie...Woman of history. Woman of poetry. Woman of strengths I can only dream about, weaknesses that make her more real, and the mind of a timeless genius. Her spirit is capable of raging like a beautiful tempest, and sighing like a dancing red leaf. I am so proud of her, it hurts. She is my hero.
My Sister and I share a special bond that no one will understand, including ourselves. Yes we fight, but there is just something there in the two of us that is rare in other siblings. It goes way way way beyond obligation. A metaphysical sisterhood that extends beyond our DNA. We love/honor/admire eachother in a fashion that is pure and poweful. We are so different, yet so the same. She is a work of art.
My Sister and I share a special bond that no one will understand, including ourselves. Yes we fight, but there is just something there in the two of us that is rare in other siblings. It goes way way way beyond obligation. A metaphysical sisterhood that extends beyond our DNA. We love/honor/admire eachother in a fashion that is pure and poweful. We are so different, yet so the same. She is a work of art.
posted by Michelle at 12:19 PM
1 Comments:
Ug Michelle, you make me cry so much, I loose all my words.
Thank you for seeing me. Maybe because you grew up with me, so you know all my sides...maybe because growing up together gave us both the capacity to love people in the strange and powerful way we do, maybe because you and you alone understand who Mom is, who Dad is, even who Sandy was, and you are the only other person I can ever share that with, who understands. Maybe because you are the only other person who understands how beautiful our home is, or why you can't buy Christmas trees out of lots...
And maybe because as sisters, we are both so painfully tragic, in the most poetic and blessed way we can be.
I love you so much Michelle. I wish I could put it as well as you do.
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