Sonnet: Rosabelle

Oh Rosabelle, forgive me for my part! Thou art my eldest sibling like mother; Thine silence somehow hurts my wounded heart; Bestow thy love again for thine brother! Thou art the bud that blossomed flower first, And emanated fragrance that was sweet! To see thee happy- my heart is athirst; Oh how I wish to talk to thee and meet! If differences cropped, ’tis not my fault; I am the same in heart and mind, not health; We ate like food and tasted common salt; Yet, love seems shadowed by some hate, some wealth. What dost thou gain by staying so aloof? Remember that we’d shared a common roof! 3-6-2004 copyright by dr john celes Dedicated to my beloved eldest sister Mary Rosabelle