Close Family Tie

It takes a sibling to sense her brother’s needs  this day of days when futures are at stake.
Graduation end point,
School of excellent repute,
marks assigned by dons with cool detachment.
Ray of light, ray of hope, that twinkle in my sister’s eye as she scoures every moth-infested drawer within reach.
Guardian angel, organizer and locator of a thousand bone ups.
Sticky paper prompt, project on forgotten files and other motleys waiting for a scan..
Insight-laden lecture note, alphabetic reference, scribbled lines on refill pad or jotter,
crystal ball predictor overblown.
My sister’s voice has always been this constant, that solid rock  through
years of endless toil and hard-won flair.
Many midnight coffees we both shared when crouched beneath some floating arm light without crib or cob.
Memories flooding back, visual bursts at breakneck speed.
Guffaws and hearty groans abound when gaffes appearred in early tests.
Canny probe, mouse trap phrase, hidden lure about the hedge - setting off a wave of wrinkled brows and squirming faces.
How my sister smiled upon that wily weave wrong footer,
booby trap behind the cheeky pry,
the snare that made a patsy of us all, veteran and novice.
Reflecting on times  past,
rose tint folly or
distorted mirror's twin optic feint.
A final glance at tips from grade A students,  one more peep at teachers would-be hints, that final flick through memory aids a butterfly flit.
Pulse rates now a hurtle over hurdles,
Himalayan heartbeat high,
blood pressure reader rumbles rafters.
Despite the inner storm, a glowing beacon
has her say.
Oh sister of many moons,
one light peck might keep us both within each other’s orbits as another passing out proceeds apace