Crystelle

I love my older sister,
she has taught me all I know
about decimals, the body, the universe.

Crystelle taught me how to sew,
we’ve made a pom-pommed hair tube,
I’ve always loved the machine's humming.

Crystelle has many talents,
she plays piano and flute,
her fingers like dancers on the instrument.

Eyes like glass,
a brilliant blue.
In front of me, yet millions of miles away.

Crystelle encourages me,
I love her,
Our bond is strong as brass.