"Its my turn" she said
Meaning sleeping on outside
Of their narrow bed
Pushed against the wall
They argued every night
Summer and winter
They tried top to tail
Then they tossed a coin for it
Parents listening on
Waiting for silence
As the old hall clock ticked on
Then they went to check
They peeked through the door
Sisters in each others arms
They loved each other
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Love! Sometimes the unconscious decides. I would imagine that's better than compromise!
ReplyDeleteOh this is so sweet!!!!!! The way it should be.
ReplyDeleteSweet, ideal and tender... Robin your poems are a gentle breeze.
ReplyDeleteaw...sweetness & sweetness...so love this...
ReplyDeleteAwwww..!! Lovely perspective on the prompt, Robin :D :D
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
The coin toss is a good way to settle arguments. The storyteller in you always paints so vibrantly
ReplyDeleteOf course they did! the best squabbles stem from love..i love the picture also - reminded me of Van Gogh's bedroom painting
ReplyDeleteOh in the end maybe it's better to share after all...
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. Makes me wish I had a sister. I like your story. Sibling love finds a way to compromise.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet. Loved the poem :)
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