an old poem...introducing it to life.

Still Life
We stand side by side
Like two pears sitting still for their portrait
On this day, alive with a warm October breeze
my sister and I stand bruised inside
We are two pears broken off a tree
Our youthful faces are only skin deep
for inside we feel dead
Although we are different from one another,
I am taller
she is thinner
I am her shadow
she is my light,
we come from the same roots
and share the same sorrow
as we take a seat while watching the men lower our grandfather into his grave.