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May 2014
You don’t know this
But I sat at the top of the stairs
Listening to you and your brother

Chatter on about school
And play
Making noises
Just to make each other giggle

Two boys in a room
Not a spectacular sight
But listen
Listen and you’ll see

Simplistic moments like these
Are what we live for
To make our brothers laugh

To have slumber parties
Even on a weeknight
Because, well, he is your brother

And as I sit down the stairs
I miss my sister
And the way she makes me laugh

And how I am never embarrassed
Never worried about her reaction
Because this nightly talking thing
These falling asleep ambiguous babbles

Is love.
Becca
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Becca
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   Cynthia Thompson
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