Rae of SunshineChronic recurrent multifocal osteomyelitis:
Four words that would forever ring through her ears,
The echoes of an eerie bell.
Countless times these words would bring her to tears.
Up the stairs I ran,
To the foot of her door.
I took a glance inside
And lost sight of the place I knew before.
Inside she was twirling,
Around and around on the tips of her toes.
Inside was a different world…
Could this really be so?
Each time she spun
Something new appeared.
One single twirl,
And the wooden fan was replaced by a glass chandelier.
The walls widened, creating an enormous room.
Her T-shirt was replaced by a gown that shone like the moon.
My reflection stared back at me from the pearly floor.
Men and women stood in the places furniture had been before.
Suddenly the bedroom
That I knew so well
Had become an enormous palace;
My older sister had cast her spell.
Entranced in this dream,
I almost hadn’t seen
My sister grab her hip in pain…