Sister, Sister

I never got to see your tiny frameAll wrapped in a cozy little blanket, Your tiny eyes peeking out like a dame who longs for perfection at her banquet. I try to picture how much resemblance you would have assumed. Dark, pretty, glassy eyes with thick eyebrows that command a dance. Just like your sister, you'd have been classy. Although I cannot answer all of this, I know one thing for sure. My sets of clothes and shoes and bags would have been all yours, sis. But where are you? You'll hear that my tears froze. The store attendants would have known our names One day, I pray to see your precious frame.