Thoughts of what matters
what is it that has caring?
What is it that lies in my past, present, and future?
What is it that I hear in music,
feel in the spring breeze,
and see in a blooming sunflower?
What is it that I think of when I see the blue ocean
and smell the salt of the water?
Is it the memory of a sunny day and long blonde hair?
Or is it a flashback to a time I so barely remember?
It is something I cannot describe,
something that was there in all of the life I remember.
It is something I feel in my heart,
and hold in my thoughts.
Is it a laugh or a song that is sung by a sweet voice?
Is it a note from a saxophone?
Or is it a swish of color on a green field?
It is something I know,
it is something familiar.
But at the same time,
it is something that is too abstract to name.
I see that it is not just a what,
but also a who.
It is who I love and respect.
It is who I think of in time of sadness.
It is who was always there,
and who I looked up to when I was little,
who I look up to still.
Who is perfect in my eyes,
but is seen differently through her own.
Role model, teacher, friend,
sister.