Annick
When I was twelve, my older sister, Annick, was in med school.
She was dedicated and incorruptible - always studying, always.
I wanted her to spend time with me, I craved her engagement.
I was jealous and mean to her, thinking her uncaring - uninterested in me.
Now, I get it. Now days, I seem to behave like a machine,
I’m busy and unapproachable - forgetting myself in function
and I’m just a lowly undergraduate.
When I think about how hard she must of been working,
I tear up, like someone hearing a sad song on the radio.
Happy birthday Annick
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