Mark was still alive and barely grown,
A musical feast…
A traveling wonder to one so young as I
Just a little sister
Who adored the hero man/boy who
Taught me to color inside and outside the lines and yell, loud.
And spun me about by the arms and legs, faster, FASTER, FASTER
Until mother would emerge at the back door, yelling, ‘you’ll dislocate her arms…”
I am still five, at the heart of it.
You are still my hero.