Our 'Bleeding Hearts, I just wanted to tell you that was a beautiful, very sad and deep but I loved it, brought back memories from the past both good and bad, you have a way of expressing your feeling in your work, great job and it comes from the heart. I'll be be watching and reading more, thanks your friend Tracy

My sister Cecelia, my true sister by blood With her poems, the memories for me start to flood And as I start to realize that poetry is her hidden gift My feelings on how we grew up takes an unexpected shift In families such as ours, we all had our roles I happened to be the favorite, the spotlight I stole And her role, as it were, was to be the clown Friends flocked to her because she was fun to be around But as old and tiring as these roles had gotten over the years, when siblings get together, roles turned into battle gear It's how we grew up and so, learned how to cope through the dysfuntion, what was there to hope? I see it now, Cel, the sadness through the smile I see the crack in the mask, it's been there all the while It's hidden so well, as long as others keep laughing your sense of humor is really your sadness-in-masking I hope you already know this, but I'll tell you here I love you so much, and close to my heart I hold you so dear We have so many things that we will never agree upon but understanding you better through poetry is now what's spawned I thank you so much for the opportunity to look into your soul I'm happy you now have people in your life making you feel whole And before too long, I hope to see you finally hold your head up high and that you'll put down that mask... and kiss it goodbye. Welcome to Poemhunters, I know they'll love your company, sista. Much love, Lee