Rhythmic Stories December 7, 2022

Sisters Shadows

In her sister’s shadows was the place she would go
She was always fourth in line in the sisters’ row

always got the hand-me-downs, never got the new
waiting patiently in line for her feet to grow
in worn-out shoes

A tear-streaked photo always displayed on her face
waiting in the shadows to find her sister’s place

Little bird never had our mama lap time
quickly four brothers pushed her out of line

Little sister sought life’s breadcrumbs
always in the shadows waiting for some

As the years moved along, the shadow finally hers alone
Sweet Robin, with her wings, took flight; at last, she did belong

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