Together,
you love your seven seeds.
As you have and always will.
Apart,
you opened your last pride and joy
to her own mistakes,
allowing me to blossom.
You
produced my mother.
Watched her grow
into a beautiful woman.
Even became my mother at times
when choices seemed too hard,
like a shadow you walked
that extra mile with me,
giving me understanding and stamina
for life.
Fourth born,
you were my mentor.
Singing my worries away
like the perfect father
every daddy�s little girl
dreams of.
Your precious life
gave me pride.
Losing you, brother,
gave me talent.
Like a twin sister,
you are me.
Sharing
childhood laughs and cries,
as our swings now comfort
new youth.
Reflecting
true best-friendship.
I exist
because you make me real.
I reflect on your lectures,
liberating,
like breathing for the first time,
I feel my voice grow.
You made me more
than just a statistic.
I can make a difference.
Through marriage
you came into my sisterhood.
Through friendship
you influence my goals.
Spiritually, you lift me up,
give me peace of mind,
body, and soul.
Your lyrics of
love, peace, and respect
became my heart.
Your theory of existentialism
allows me to
observe all my choices
and their consequences.
Even though we are truly alone,
through others
I am always being and becoming
ME.
When my voice was still,
you brought it back to life
through the poems we share.
My expressions
need to be heard.
And finally you
taught me what love is:
trust, honesty, and respect,
especially when we are apart.
Together,
we continue to learn
from one another.