Same dark blue eyes as I,
Look out on life courageous
I use to think my baby sister was lion hearted
Fierless and true
When young she was always first up the Tallest trees
Ellen was too fast
Like Diana Charles wife
First speeding ticket at sixteen by Pigeon falls,Wisconsin
To sit on the screen in porch
Not with the older cousins
To sit with Ellen and mom
Lake on one side
Moms round card table and us on the other
Boomer on the floor
Food,
A little wine,
Rummy,
I was there for the irreplaceable memories
Watching Ellen smug when she’d beat mom and I was fine with us
Sometime before supper
Like a trapped cat
Ellen would say
‘Well I’m going for a ride!’
Off Brandy or Boomer and Ellen would go.
Well Ellen and her dogs
Are ridding
Or walking the woods at Cub Lake
No long bothered cold
Mosquitoes are insignificant
For me rooms now are colder.
The hole made by my half sister
Larger
The picture Ell in the paper
Causes me to enter rooms
Screaming Christ, why?
Why not the bully of our family?
Why not her body stuck in the deep freeze at a furneral home?
Why my baby sister?
Why?
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