car wheels pulling up on the driveway.
aunts, uncles, cousins.
uncountable trips to the hospital.
cheesy cards, boxes of chocolates.
excitement.
september 17 2001.
a new face appears.
(my face?)
this tiny creature
looks almost as if it has
stolen
my
identity.
confusment,stares.
only to notice that they are coming from
emormous
muddy puddle colored eyes.
awe is
s h a t t e r e d
by obnoxious high pitched crying.
Celeen.
this is the
unfamiliar creature.
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i like that connection that your sister looks alot like yourself--and stolen your idenity. Good poem.
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