Poetry – Page 7

Sister, Mirror by Kariss Johnson

Her face is my own
Crafted by our mother with care
Together we have grown

We share blood and bone
Different eyes, same inquisitive stare
Her face is my own

Together our lives have been sewn
Our minds are fused, every thought we share
Together we have grown

Even when tempers are blown
When angry words slice the air
Her face is my own

Features so well known
Identical glowing smiles, eyes closed in prayer
Together we have grown

When we are entombed in stone
When we are no longer aware
Her face is still my own
Together we have grown