There was a time a few years ago that I felt homeless, and to be honest, I sort of was. I was living in a house where my kids lived, but there wasn’t really a place for me that was “finished” and I felt uncomfortable at best.
I did meet someone, though, who was living at my sister’s house. Needless to say, I started spending a lot of time at my sister’s house. I realize today that the joy I felt while I was at her house was way more about her than the guy I was dating. My favorite thing was to wake up on Saturday mornings and cook breakfast with her and drink coffee. The guys always just seemed to get in the way of our time together.
Anyway, I’m saying all this because my sister is staying with me for the weekend, and I couldn’t be more delighted. When I first saw the prompt, I had no clue what to write about, but then a poem started to ramble in my head, so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s mostly SoCS, but not completely.
My Sister, My Friend
At the end
Struggling to find
A seal, unbroken
We built a bond
Rising to the ceiling
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is “sealing/ceiling.”