(Not really. I just wanted a title with”fox” in it.)
Today is my sister’s birthday. “Fox” is what I call her here. She’s my kid sister, my baby sister. She is, of course neither kid nor baby. She is my touchstone, the one I trust to tell me the truth even when I don’t want to hear it. Especially then.
Our ages are far enough apart that we didn’t have awkward childhoods together competing for the same friends and choir solos. Or ages are close enough that we could start to be friends when we were still quite young. We’ve been roommates and housemates. We share the same dark and demented sense of humor. We can play flute duets together, and we kicked ass as a team when we played Rapport. She knows me fabulously well, and I’m so lucky to have her as my sister.
We are sisters. So alike and so unlike. I wrote about her at the end of 2010’s Slice of Life challenge . This year I thought I’d usher in Poetry Month by writing a poem for her. (It’s the syllable pattern of a Zeno poem but not the rhyme scheme. I wrote it before I remembered there was a rhyme, and by then I liked what I had, so…)
This is our soul-deep sister-love,
me, her, we, us.
My heart holds her.
the love, laughter,
So the Slice of Life Story Challenge 2012 has ended. I made it through a month of posts (yes, by the absolute skin of my teeth, but through all the same). I am so grateful to Stacey and Ruth for creating this challenge and keeping it going. This year I might just have to credit the challenge for saving my blog. And I have the challenge to thank for introducing me some wonderful new bloggers and reacquainting me with the wonderful bloggers I’ve met in slicing challenges past. I don’t know if I’m ready for a month of writing poems, but I’m certainly feeling more like a blogger tonight after this month of slicing. Happy fifth anniversary, and thanks, everyone!
See all of today’s slices at Two Writing Teachers.