Aline de Nadai
Sister,
Do you think I would forget
the umbrella I stood under
as the storm came down
coloured the canopy
red
bright
stained.
No matter
how many
cycles
memories embedded
deep in the subconscious
as I wept
at the thought of losing you.
Sister,
Do you think I would forget
the days I sat
at the bottom of the stairs
waiting for you to finish
class
so you could up the umbrella
on days
even you didn’t know
it was raining.
Sister,
Do you think I would forget
the comfort you provided
at an impressionable age.
Our umbrella of
love.
Created
the way
it can only be created
between sisters.
Sister, do you think I would forget?