Only when she drank would she think of you.  So she dove deeper, to the very bottom of the bottle, just to reach every essence of you.  

With each sip she knew she could find you, feel you, love you. Late nights, soft music,  glass in hand,  refills, as many as it takes,  that was her time with you.

Many deemed her an alcoholic, but the help didn’t seem to work.  Addicted,  she was, to alcohol…not so much. 


Soul Mates

I have probably written a thousand love poems, but never one in ode to you. By my side you have been, like my shadow…or better yet like my very own beating heart…because not once have you ever disappeared, especially not in the dark.

Sometimes, I think back on memories of you, how we met, how we laughed, how we changed clothes in fifth grade, trying to be fast…but got caught… lied to boys about our names…. Lexus, Porsche, and Mercedes, because we were triplets, sisters,friends all the same.

Or that one time….. when we stopped talking…stubborn I was, sad, depressed, lonely. At 17 I learned that, broken friendships, caused heartache too. That the love of a sister, surpasses the love of a boy, so if I hurt when he left, I’d rather die when it came to you.

And now…pushing thirty, WE are, and though life gets in between and our days of hanging are far and few…when we are together the world disappears and it’s just me and you .

I’m fourteen again. Fourteen was a good age.

How grateful I am for you, how fulfilling you have made my life, how all of my best memories, all include you. I can not promise a lot of things, for the fear that I may break them.

What I can promise is that no matter what the world throws our way…we experienced true love, many times over… and will many times again.

The love of sisters…. aren’t even comparable to boyfriends ❤


He never really understood where he stood as a man….. until he had to raise them❤ Fatherhood.


1374814_847828495257848_3895766661420384949_n There were three, who stood as one.