My Littlest Sister
Some people get angels to announce a birth,
I got my father speaking to me from 500 miles
north, me the big sister standing
in a dorm room. The message came by phone,
"her eyes are the color of chocolate", her name
is Desiree, and her middle name is Ann
without an e, like her new mom. Like
she was always supposed to belong to us, and we
always wanted to be a family.
* adapted by a poem by Krista Lukas *
