One day my sister appears
at an Art fair
near the Scituate farmland
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What a fantastic and moving poem. Short lines and relatively unadorned language accentuate the emotional impact of the subject matter.
a poem dwelling at the edge of sadness but not quite so a sister's love how precious what a blessing and this is a fine poem
the good empathy in poetry makes a differ in write She shows me an old picture of the two of us, we were standing near Santa Claus downtown in the fifties. 'When the Winter comes, I think of you and your birthday in December, ' my sister began.