KINDRED CONSTELLATIONS

They are not sisters by the threads of birth,

But something deeper gave their bond its worth—

A quiet tether, soft and undefined,

Woven through time by hearts aligned.

From childhood days till adolescence came,

They grew like vines, with love rich and rare.

They’ve kept a thread no time can fray,

A bond that years won’t wash away.

From sharing toys to late-night talks,

Watching Powerpuff Girls, to movie all-nighters long—

Laughing together, their hearts in tune,

They get each other in silence smooth.

One leads with grace, her voice the guide,

With wisdom calm and dreams wide-eyed.

One laughs in light, her spirit free—

A breeze that shakes the tallest tree.

One stands with fire, bold and bright—

A storm that shields with all her might.

Like Blossom’s strength, so firm and clear,

Like Buttercup, who shows no fear,

Like Bubbles, pure in joy and sound—

In them, the sweetest charms are found.

In silly talks and quiet care,

They find their home just being there.

Different hues, one shared delight—

They glow like stars in soft twilight.

Not chance, not choice, but something more—

A kinship felt from soul to core.

In constellations gently spun,

Three hearts that shine as if they are one.