Sisters

No place for hunger, no thought of food,
so little time to experience the 'feel good',
no talk of what 'we must', 'we should'
make a senseless carving on a fresh piece of wood.

Of times when we were little girls,
when we spoke of diamonds, pearls,
flaunting innocence tucked in soft curls,
lived in illusions of romantic worlds.

Why now, we paint this heavy coat,
of being steady, afloat,
erasing desires & passions,
in the dream we once wrote.

Nothing changes with just a name,
rules, roles, reactions - it's all in the game, 
your dream's waiting for you, gal, 
Look through my eyes...How I see -- you're still the same!!!