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To My Sister I am thinking of her, driving home To a house where she does not belong And nobody greets her at the door, And nobody asks what's wrong I have watched her with a nagging hurt And a heavy heart, because I know this is not what she longed to be -And not nearly what she was I have watched her stare with listlessness At the constant pour of the rain And I fear- for it seems she's far too frail For this winter, and this pain My sister, has love let you down again? Tell me!- I will understand And should the suffering ease with talk, or care I shall ease it, if I can I meet her at the kitchen sink. She asks me, "How was your day?" I move to answer. There are tears in her eyes. But too soon, she turns away. |
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