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My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days

My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days Loana Hoylman Appalachian Heritage, Volume 21, Number 4, Fall 1993, p. 44 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1993.0021 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436012/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:19 GMT from JHU Libraries My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days Your death walks through my days and my dear, it's cold outside this morning. Wind moans in the tops of trees in a Shiva dance of branches. The sun's coming up red-orange fire, flaming in the black tangled limbs of winter's frozen bushes. In flannel gown and warm socks I watch winter's light throw prisms on my walls and think of you and wish you were here to see tall poplars draped with black shadowed vines. This is my house so completely and how is it you've never been in it? The porch swing sways alone in the cold wind and weren't you here this summer sitting in the porch swing on warm nights coffee cup or wine glass in hand? Aren't you coming over today to sit on my warm couch with me in front of the fire? My sister. My friend. —Loana http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days

Hoylman, Loana.
Appalachian Review , Volume 21 (4) – Jan 8, 2014
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My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days Loana Hoylman Appalachian Heritage, Volume 21, Number 4, Fall 1993, p. 44 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1993.0021 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/436012/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 20:19 GMT from JHU Libraries My Sister's Death Walks Through My Days Your death walks through my days and my dear, it's cold outside this morning. Wind moans in the tops of trees in a Shiva dance of branches. The sun's coming up red-orange fire, flaming in the black tangled limbs of winter's frozen bushes. In flannel gown and warm socks I watch winter's light throw prisms on my walls and think of you and wish you were here to see tall poplars draped with black shadowed vines. This is my house so completely and how is it you've never been in it? The porch swing sways alone in the cold wind and weren't you here this summer sitting in the porch swing on warm nights coffee cup or wine glass in hand? Aren't you coming over today to sit on my warm couch with me in front of the fire? My sister. My friend. —Loana

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Published: Jan 8, 2014

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