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.