I love tickling her arms like our mother did for us when we were young
giving her foot rubs with slightly scented lotion that I warm in my hands
looking into her precious eyes
remembering happy memories of growing up together with our big brother
she’s tired now
and I want to be near
her journey
one of struggle and great success
the difficult and the idyllic
like kintsugi pottery
her broken pieces have been made stronger with gold from the Refiner’s fire
the beautiful colors of her life are a rainbow span of extraordinary gifts in a mist of mercy and human caring
each of her friends bring their own special hue
but now as it always has been
there is no rewind
for soon she’s off to better things
the world keeps turning
I watch her sleeping
my heart is aching
I love my little sister
The Human Wave 