This Piece is Called a Sister Poem

She knows all too well how to origami her sadness into a perfect shape of laughter

She tucks wit in every space of the conversation

And hoping with patient anticipation that you could pick up the jokes

That is how she talks, how we talk

Know that she might seem at first like a wet blanket

Because she is not good at starting the conversation

And she will look for every exit in every conversation

So when you talk to her

Be sure to make room for laughter in every corner of your story

She has grown to be the person she's always meant to be

Imperfect, full of rough edges and kind