To my sister on her graduation:
Old memories are a movie starring you.
Much of me is shaped by our relation,
Years and years of watching what you do.
So like two trees alone upon a meadow,
Interplaying with the rain and sun,
Shaped by the turning earth through light and
shadow,
The growth of two becomes the growth of one.
Even as you enter your new life,
Remember how we shared the morning light.
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