I am the sibling sister of Pooni, born in a hollow tree in the mountains. (God doesn’t make only children and I am grateful.) A belated eulogy.
Oh, sausage sister,
you were pit – a – full!
hounded by perceptions –
how deeply you knew
love
I am the sibling sister of Pooni, born in a hollow tree in the mountains. (God doesn’t make only children and I am grateful.) A belated eulogy.
Oh, sausage sister,
you were pit – a – full!
hounded by perceptions –
how deeply you knew
love
What a beautifully simple and graceful picture, Liz. How blessed to have known such a sibling.