Sisters.
Two strokes past midnight and your smile appears
to aid me remember those decades we
shared special secrets, when lad-scores were played
after lights out and torch-story authors gained
treats by scribbling lewd chapters.
Days came for parting and sisters went two ways
one into nursing and one chose the stage
yet we talked over distance then sickness struck
and shoulders were cried on as life came undone
but we fought it with laughter.
Still stored in folders our poemed adventures
for you Sis, gave soul to our girlish pleasures.
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