Obviously, my sister did not see this poem before she died but I think she would have liked it.
My sister called them the weather terrorists
She’d rail at how
They’d whip us into a frenzy
Family. I wrote this poem when I was estranged from one of my sisters. We aren’t anymore. But the poem stands.
We don’t speak my sister and I
It is her birthday
Today will always be her birthday…
In the musical GiGi, Maurice Chevalier and Hermoine Gingold sing a sweet duet called “I Remember It Well.” This poem is sparked by the notion that two memories, side by side, record events very differently.
I sat on the…