I am my sister’s keeper,
protect her from the wolves.
I locked the doors, I shut the blinds.
But the wolves remain within.

I am my sister’s keeper.
No-one guards her like I do.
When she runs, I lend her shoes.
When she cries, her tears I dry.

I am my sister’s keeper
and her history is mine.
Arm in arm, she sleeps
to my twisted lullabies.

Christine Göös