Sisters
poem
(And) I wanted to talk more about my sisters About how when I could make them laugh I felt like home was still here And even though most of the time it felt like my chest was caving and my breath would never slow Even though that was most of it I can’t remember any of that now I only remember my sisters And how I wanted to talk about them more



Laughing with my sisters is one of the best things, you’re right it feels like home the way home used to and never really does again
Bob I love this
And now I miss my sisters