oh the sting of partiality

You know, of course, your sister
never ignores your calls for help;
reads your letters aloud, again
and again,  as she did today –
everyone lunched outdoors –
the table wasn’t fully cleared,
she’d gone to fetch a pen,
then, perched on the rim of her chair,
in rosy light – pink paper too,
to give dear brother’s heart a lift …
mine fills to the brim to see my darling write
and, you must admit, she really has a gift.

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