For My Sister

A poem about my best friend.

She became my best friend when I was six and she was four. Before that, I think the age gap was too large. My parents frequently remind me, when we’re all around the dinner table and joking about life, that when they brought her home from the hospital, I asked them to return her.

When we were pre-teens, we were homeschooled by our mother. We spent every waking…