March, spring.
Spring means new beginnings.
February 14: a unity of people walked the streets with pictures of loved ones, and signs that read Stolen sisters.
I have thought about the man that may have taken Eve away from us. Sometimes I am so angry that I wish that I did something or anything.
Other times I know that I did the right thing. At times it feels like Eve was gone just yesterday.
The another thought occurred to me. Eve will always be young, her hair will not grow grey and her skin will not wrinkle.
We will have a picture hanging on the wall to immortalize her smile.
No, Eve. You are not a burden. The world will know your story. Maybe not today, but one person at a time is enough.
YOU ARE READING
I am Eve
PoesíaA stolen sisters story. This is a very short story about a stolen sister. February 14, in Victoria (Canada) they hold a March to bring awareness to the community. Is this story true, is it false? I will not be answering questions about this story...
