The Sisters’ Room

In a room that I share
with my sisters and cat
where a vinyl carousel spins
songs of our youth
and school girl uniforms
turn to sand filled suits
I learn to color
and tease
and dance
I learn to share
to trust
and laugh

Where one twelve month eve
home three alone
huddled behind the barricade door
guarded by snacks and attack cat
Watched the ball fall
on the new color view
Dad bought us for
being courageous at last
In that eve I learn
bravery comes
from the familiar safe place
envisioned by three
lifetime companions
My sisters. My friends.

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