slight frost
a chance to do some gardening
deep mud
© Rachel Green January 2024
she used to spin me around
holding one wrist and ankle
as the dogs gambolled around her feet
until I laughed and cried
and begged her to stop,
terrified she'd let go
and send me flying over the hedges.
She never let me go
even when our dad died
and I transitioned.
Happy birthday, sister.
© Rachel Green January 2024
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