Mom's poetry

Mom sent me this poem she wrote about me, the one I blogged about earlier when I claimed that we are psychic. Here's what Mom has to say about me:


Seven Hours Different
By Karen Sasani
November 22, 2007

We used to snuggle in her small room
In bed before 8
Read together
like we couldn’t get enough to drink
Both dressed in plaid and blue jeans
without knowing what the other
had on that day

Now she’s seven hours different
and half a world away

Watching her sister nurse
she wanted to taste it too
She stirred the dough
while I lined the cookie tin
I got out the paints
While she filled the water glass

Now she’s seven hours different
and half a world away

I put on nail polish for a wedding
And she said I had cherries on my nails
She splashed her sister in the bubble pool
While I snapped their pictures
We saved our crusts for the birds
and walked to Girl Guides together
and were so sure that everything
would always be this nice

Now she’s seven hours different
and half a world away