With love to O. A.

The bright summer sun shines down a heat that warms my heart, and it reminds me of you. 

When I cry you hug me.

When you wake up you come with your messy hair and tell me you slept well. 

You ask me if I follow you and sometimes I will and sometimes I will not. 

My sister, there is a piece of yarn attached to us. 

I will not leave you ever.

You write to me in your journal and tell me about the good and the bad. 

You show me your projects.

You give me joy in life.

You give me stickers for my water bottle, and I will never let them fall off. 

Your heart is made of gold; although we may argue, you will always be my sister.

My sister, you remind me of the warm sun that warms my heart when it is ice cold and cannot thaw on its own. 

The beautiful leaves fall from the tree, a race to the end.

You are filled with excitement and energy.

You make me excited to go on a bike ride or play outside.

Your talent of excitement exudes every time you shoot a basket, swim a lap, or kick a ball. 

You make me excited for the next step when I am scared. 

You breathe energy into your life, and it bleeds into mine.

My brother you allow me to skip like a child. 

You hand me a toy with a life, and I give it a personality.

You laugh at my silly voices and my foolish faces.

Your laugh echos through my smile and it makes me laugh as well.

I feel you tug on the yarn that connects us.

You remind me of the leaves that race to the next step in life. 

My siblings, we are connected. 

We may not be fully connected by blood, but I will always be here.

I will always race, I’ll always write, and I’ll always protect you from whatever hides in the dark of your room.

I will always be here to make you laugh when you’re sad and as you grow you will cry but I will dry your tears. 

I will always feel anger towards those who hurt you and I will always have a small amount of hatred for your future partners just in case. 

I will always be here because we are connected through yarn and string. 

And I can feel you tug the string as you race and shine, as you grow and change, and as we move, we step away, but our yarn will stretch, and we will always meet again.