in your reflection

Poem missed her mother everyday, but she didn’t once blame her sister for it. She may have taken the guilt on herself but Poem didn’t put it on her. Taking care of Motif came naturally to her, especially with the additional weight of carrying Shaye’s spirit. Even if she wasn’t here physically anymore Poem had a piece of her beloved mother always. When she was taking care of her sister, especially when Motif smiled a certain way, she could feel Shaye there with them.

Motif stirred violently, Poem made note to be even more careful about waking her sister the next morning. ”Good morning, beautiful.” She offered softly as she moved to where Motif lay. With a gentle nuzzle she offered unabashed affections as she encouraged her sister to her feet. ”I brought breakfast.” She offered, giving her another smile and moving back to the rabbit she’d hunted at daybreak.