Sister
for Naomi
I have a sister
who is not my sister.
She does not share my genes.
Yet this sister
is still my sister
by many other means.
She's smaller,
both in size and stature
but I still count her "big."
She is not a sister
for what she isn't
but for rather what she is.
Just like my other
blood-born sisters
she knew when to look out
for me, her younger,
"little" sister
when trouble came about.
She protected me.
She soothed my tears.
She sent me to my room
when the family dog
was ill and dying
she took up mop and broom.
We never shouted
Fought or argued
like sisters often do.
Nor do we have
a lot in common.
Yet I still hold it true
that I have a sister
who is not my sister;
and I hope she understands,
that she played a role
in my growing
knowing
I was always in good hands.
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