Invisible Family

She hands me a plate
of breakfast food she cooked at
dawn, my big sister.

He asks about my
life as he guards houses at
night, my old father.

She hugs me like she
hugs kids she’s paid to care for,
my weary mother.

Artwork by Ikegami Yoriyuki

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