Plaid Kneesocks

My sister was a laughing

Girl, tilting her sun-kissed

Face up to the light, turning

Everything into a joke with

Barely any effort. Schematics,

Strategies, plans, blueprints,

Those she could understand,

Because she was brilliant.

And all I remember about her

Now, after so many memories

Have faded away, and I haven't

Seen here for years, not since...

But, anyways, I remember those

Knee socks the best, the ones she

Would wear with her shorts in the summer.

The End

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