Sister Love(c) Singleton 2009
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Black haired baby
standing up in an
old wooden crib,
banging spoons on
the rail....
Manic music to my soul...
And I tiptoe down the
empty hall
and peek
at the
round little face...
My own...
ten years later...
And I knew then,
what I know now....
Sister Love....
Little hippie yet to be,
knee high to my raggedy levi's....
holding my hand
and waving at butterflies
with the other...
stuffing marigolds in her pockets,
collecting faerie gold.....
And suddenly
we're old
together
and every year between us
disappears...
And tomorrow
is the psychedelic butterfly...
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