Sisters, who’d have them,

I didn’t when I was a young boy,

the thought of being

in the same room as the overuse

of teenage perfume

met with warm air

and ever changing pop star

and film matinee idol crush,

of perceived tattle tale

and can do no wrong with simpering smile

and behind the scenes dirty tricks

and mind games,

filled me with dread.

Now I would love a sister,

but the closest I have is not blood,

but she is the finest woman

to ever take on the job of being

one who cares and fights for me

every step of the way.

Ian D. Hall 2017