Sister
By: Anonymous
I
ache to lie next to her and know what she’s thinking
Our
hair touching and mixing
Blonde
and brown intertwining and growing into each other
Beautiful
fierce brown eyed girl
My
curls whisper to know her world
I
miss her wild heart
I’ve
always been the one with the golden hair
Loud
bright and smooth
Shiny
tender tokens twinkling
Is
this what makes me beautiful?
She
stands behind me as her icy hands work to clasp the necklace
I
feel her hair brush my shoulder
She
says with a hint of sadness
You
have so much beautiful hair
Little
does she know
The
one secret I keep from her is that I long for her bronze bob
Chocolatey
auburn rebellious curls weaving together
Fluffy
bounces in the sunlight
Her
hair is my simple comfort
Wrapping
me tenderly up in home
I
want to talk with her hair
See
if it knows she is my earth
Harmonic
and unforgettable
Do
the curls sing with her?
Embody
laughter as she does?
Her
hair is my saving grace.