To write you a poem
Is to loose the strings of my tongue
To sing you songs with angelic notes
There are bodies where heaven lives
Bodies, carrying songs of healing, redemption and relief
There are bodies holding memories of childhood days
Days that made you ask God for a replay
There are people you call home- even at first sight
People, whose words are soft dreams in hard times
There are people who hears the voice in your silence
And see the tears behind your smiles
There are souls with the fragments of God
Souls who came, and forever became part of your life
There are souls, where flowers grow without rain or sunlight
Where the origin of butterflies originated from
There are sisters, whose heart is a sky filled with stars
Sisters, made in the image and likeness of love
There are sisters you hope to see in the next pages of life
With you both, sitting on a piano with an angel
They are the ones who call you brother
When the world say you ain't fit to be a son
They are the places you run to
When the world becomes shy of war
Places where storms bow before, and the wind calls; master
They are the ones who bring out the beauty of those nights you slept on bed of stones.
You're one of them
Big Aunt
Wow, what a nice poem for a big sis.