Sep 22, 2013


My kid sister Mihaela
 flaunts the sweetest smile, 
a heart of gold, a classy style. 
she's been my laughing partner, 
my pillar, my starter. 
Back in the days when we were kids 
as I was ironing my clothes 
annoyed with her bratty ways 
 I placed the iron on her nose, 
it burned a superficial red
and made her whine herself to bed.. 
Little that I knew back then 
the day will come 
to turn the iron on myself
 and beg her company again.  

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