With Kiki, a duo.
A tenderness inside.
My big sister.
She’s powerful when I’m powerless.
I have always followed her lead
and she has lead for me.
We were babies feeding pidgeons.
We were mermaids in inflated pooles.
We were little princesses.
She was taller, I was stronger.
We were meant to be a team.
We opened doors together
and we ran at the sound of the washing machine.
And we were dinosaurs.
She knows I will always be there for her.
And I know she closes the jam hard enough for me to need her.
She is the only one I need to protect.
But, she’s the one looking over my shoulder.
A sisterhood built on ballerina shoes,
because we keep each other secrets.
That’s why grandma never has enough cookies.
We, the destroyer of brownies
and the Witches of Oz.
We are home for each other.