Butterfly
print shirt
Black
leggings and Dora sneaker
She
smiles with open invitation
Laughs
at her own clumsiness
giggles
At
the stiffness of grown ups
A
ballerina
Dancing
to the music
Of
dishes and cups
Clicking
in the kitchen
Her
sentences brea K
And
glue syllabus
Back
together
Building
tower of
bilingual
expression
Her
sun kissed burly hair
Makes
for teary Sundays
Hair
Day
The
light curtains are drawn
Doors
are locked
As
mother runs the
Brush
through handful of
Hair
Father
tries singing
To
distract from this
Curly
hair.
Twinkle
twinkle
Little
stars
Oh
how I wonder
What
you are.
She
declared herself
A
princess, as a 2 year old
She
has little patient
For
annoying big brothers
Who
don’t respect her
Living
room palace.
Forget
to applause her dance
recitals
in her purple dresses
refuse
to sit in small chair
sipping
imaginary tea with her.
My
four year old sister
is
a morning sun
gently
nourishing her family roots
Touch
our faces
With
her tiny, warm hands
Showing
us how to dance
to
our confusion.
Writer-Selam Misgano
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