Poems from littlegirlwriter
Our representation of sisterhood is...of a vase
Painted in a mirage of colors
Black, charcoal, honeydew, olive, caramel, egg white
Dipped...
Family comes first.
That's the one thing mom taught me indirectly
She never said this, but through her actions she taught me--
Family...
We're just watching time pass
Sitting around
Being clowns
Playing with the rules
When we're all bound
To do great
So why wait?
Why sit...