Sisterly love
sometimes between siblings
From the back of the garden, I can hear the squeaky gate.
This will be my precious sister, strolling up, of course late.
Am feeling peeved off as I did not have a lovely date.
But the tension among us, I have avoided and do not want to create.
The evening over she will ask where I was and I will say, out with a mate.
Glad I am in bed, asleep, good at pretending that I was not late.
She will come into my room and want to tell me her date.
But I will snore and forget for a moment that I am hiding a mate.
This is so magic. I got another one on her but happy to let her create,
A world where early next morning, her guy was sneaking out of the gate.
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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