Little Brother, Little Sister

So this is just a single poem that was inspired by a vivid dream I had a few weeks back. I was in a room that looked to be half made for a boy and the other for a girl. A young girl was present and she was very happy to see me, but I didn't know who she was. Regardless of my puzzled look, she somehow understood and still was happy. She gave the brightest smile I have ever seen and decided that she wanted to play.

We played for a while until she began to fade from existence. As she faded, I couldn't help but feel great sorrow for her leaving. It felt as if she was blood tied to me, yet her identity danced around my cognitive thinking. I woke up remembering old news that my siblings both died prematurely when I was younger. I knew about my brother but the second child's gender was unknown.

Perhaps in my dream that was my sister, greeting me for the first time. It may be crazy but it seems a bit too personal to just be "another dream" to me. Well anyway, in honor of both of them. This poem is dedicated to their spirits being at rest; and to my mind finding some form of closure.