Honors to my baby sister Jewel,
Younger in years yeah, but older in soul.
I think of her a hundred times a day
& sometimes even know what she would say.
Her poems were full of life and so was she,
Flouting supposed rules of poetry.
If she said it was a poem, then it was.
No one gets to be your poetry boss.
Poetry to her was a liberty,
Setting her thoughts & her emotions free
In no uncertain terms (or less certain...
She winks @ me & gives a Gramza grin).
I heard these words, it was like she gave em:
"Be yourself -- everyone else is taken."
Younger in years yeah, but older in soul.
I think of her a hundred times a day
& sometimes even know what she would say.
Her poems were full of life and so was she,
Flouting supposed rules of poetry.
If she said it was a poem, then it was.
No one gets to be your poetry boss.
Poetry to her was a liberty,
Setting her thoughts & her emotions free
In no uncertain terms (or less certain...
She winks @ me & gives a Gramza grin).
I heard these words, it was like she gave em:
"Be yourself -- everyone else is taken."
11.26.2023
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