Dear Dom

A skinny little thank you For the Sunday phone call That always comes when I think I'll miss you most of all Like Dorothy told the Scarecrow Just before clicking those fabulous shoes To carry her back to the rainbow of HOME... Our good as any twin hearts Continue finishing the sentences Of our shared souls Too long now on separate beachfronts With seasons sliced Into two sandwhich halves And our picnic basket of catching up Overflowing, a long overdue feast Like a string you tie around your finger Reminding you of something left undone I send kisses on comets Lavender laughter to soothe you to sleep And prayers you'll always know Your sister's love Waits by her window Watchful that soon, hurry soon, come home