POEM

SISTER/FRIEND

2011062451 - c2011 WLC

You never know what you might mean

To someone else, just little things

Like the colour of your eyes

And the shape of the iris rings

So many things to commit

To memory, so many thoughts

So little time to speak them all

So many things you may have taught

My eyes are on the verge of sleep

Fingers waver on the keys

This last poem is for you

Now I'm going to catch some Z's.