I never got to see your tiny frameAll wrapped in a cozy little blanket,
Your tiny eyes peeking out like a dame
who longs for perfection at her banquet.
I try to picture how much resemblance
you would have assumed. Dark, pretty, glassy
eyes with thick eyebrows that command a dance.
Just like your sister, you’d have been classy.
Although I cannot answer all of this,
I know one thing for sure. My sets of clothes
and shoes and bags would have been all yours, sis.
But where are you? You’ll hear that my tears froze.
The store attendants would have known our names
One day, I pray to see your precious frame.