Parle Amour, Mon Protégé

Mother hen, sibling, friend

Her eyes light up each morning

at little mouths yawning

They look for her, seek her out

She dries their tears, wipes their mouth

A tender big heart resides in slender body

Delights in her sister’s song

Her brother’s clumsy sentence long

Never alone, day or night

They all fill up the pew

They wrestle and yell, argue and fight

Longing as soon one departs the room

Their blood lines run deep, our kinship are few

Big brothers and lovers are all I knew

I myself, born too late

Still such love I can relate

Kindred spirit born anew.

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