To Sister, This Heartfelt Sonnet of Love
Dear sister...You, Charles, and Mom: all three,
a part of my life forever; I love
you all! But this sonnet is writ for thee
(and for thee only): for you are, above
all, my sibling Achates—bosom friend
in my life and help in my poverty
and suffering. You are my childhood's Godsend.
I know not the veiled reasons or the why
of my hard, joyless life; but, that nevermore
could I remain your role model, the one
you copied and looked up to like before,
because mental illness left me undone.
So, because of your steadfast love for me,
heaven's a place—I know—reserved for thee.
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