Friday, January 16, 2009

My Sister

She sits beside me, head down, legs drawn
Small, pink-nailed hand weilding a scissor
snip, snip, snip
ever so decisively
trimming her petit nails

I glanced, astonished
as she accomplished
the task at hand

When did she start to trim her own nails?
Odd feelings of pride and emotions
made me plant a light kiss
against the pink shirt, on her back

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