by Michelle Shen
(Saratoga, CA, USA)
A moon-pierced warp floods my room
As I lie on my bed with tears flowing.
I wonder if you, too, look at the moon
Shimmering, miss me like I miss you.
Ribbons of love once tied us to home,
Wrapped us a treasure box of seasons:
Leaf-raking a harvest of prismatic fire;
Ornament-dangling on Christmas trees;
Poppy-planting by dew-besprinkled lawn;
Strawberry-picking in the nearby orchard.
Are you now tying up college memories
And untying bows of our days gone by?
Tears dry, I gaze in silence at the moon
Though my heart aches as I pray you
Will leave room within your new box
For our laughter and our love as sisters.