My Sisters Need For Alone Time

We travelled beyond the garden hedge My sister Louise and my playful self There was a river but it was dried up She laid down as if she was on a shelf I wanted to play a running game But she was meditating in the sun I ran off, irritated And it was not that much fun Why does she meditate? I asked my mother, as we met. She is suffering from the loss of Johnny. He was her favorite pet. I tried to give her some empathy, But frankly, I was not in the mood. Her selected needs for sympathy Have replaced her needs for joy or food.