I shared a bed
With my youngest sister,
Growing up. We shared
Foot-warmth, in decades-aged
Wisconsin winters. Shared
Discoveries. Shared memories.
Dying, world-lived. Tomorrow,
Or, another tomorrow,
I will have one sister less.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/22/08

'Suddenly, it seems, children begin their exodus,
Images of futures and clanging winds, Kelly
Xeroxed copies start to meet their own challenges,
Tinder-zealed souls flow forth, never forgetting
Hearth and Home and Heart. 

Precious family baby, beautifully sublime,
Angry tantrums of pampered fertility of mind
Interfered with progress, proceeding past
Go, sharing her care-free spiritedness,
Energy channeled into walking her life’s path....'

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