Monday, June 27, 2011


Sometimes you are a witness to it.
A shared belly laugh between them.
Hands on tummies and shoulders rubbing -
Giggles continuing as they walk down the road.
Something only they would find funny.

Moments like that erase the
      "don't touch me"
   and the
       "stop looking at me"
    and the oft heard

You are sisters.
The audience, the directors, the critics, the fans, and the partners in each other's lives.
Oh how I hope that I will hear the belly laughs
Until I am grey.

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