It takes a sibling to sense her brother’s needs this day of days when futures are at stake.
Graduation end point,
School of excellence,
marks assigned by dons with cool detachment.
Ray of light, ray of hope, the twinkle in my sister’s eyes as she scoured every moth-infested drawer within reach.
Guardian angel, curator, organizer and locator of a thousand bone ups.
To dos on sticky paper, insights on forgotten files and other motleys waiting to be culled.
Tattered lecture notes, well thumbed references, scribbled lines on refill pads or jotters,
theme revisions strictly overblown.
My sister’s voice has always been this constant, that solid rock through
years of endless toil and hard-won flair.
Many’s the midnight coffee we both shared when crouched beneath some floating arm light, without a crib or cob.
Memories flooding back in visual bursts at breakneck speed.
Guffaws and hearty groans abound at gaffes in early tests.
Canny probes, mouse trap phrases, hidden lures about the hedge - setting off a wave of wrinkle brows and squirming faces.
How my sister smiled upon the wily weave wrong footer,
the booby trap behind the cheeky pry,
the snare that made a patsy of us all, novice and veteran alike.
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 scan of teachers would-be hints, that final flick through memory aids that flit like butterflies.
Pulse rates 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.
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