Writing

She is not really gone

She is right here

She is not really lost

She's only at college

becoming a

a sister that I do not know

a girl beyond creation

Sometimes I am funny

sometimes I can rhyme

sometimes people don't take me as

serious all the time

But let me reassure you

I can be that, too

if you just watched and listened

“She looks just like her,” said John. 

Same hair, same eyes, same smile.

She looks like my girl.

I missed looking at her face, but it gave me comfort.

To create a poem

You need a reason, a rhyme

Something that's on your mind

 You also should take your time

It doesn't have to rhyme

Just like this stanza

A poem can be all sizes

I don’t see myself in pictures hanging crooked on the wall, 

The shade of red that coats my cheeks can shift to none at all. 

For I might offer just a hunch to those in this dismay? 

They call me different because of the way I look, act, learn

But they say it like it's a bad thing

I am different. I am. But I am not embarrassed by it, I am not ashamed.