I thought I saw
You in my dream last night
Maybe I was awake,
I saw you at my bedside
You looked like Mom,
Blonde hair, blue eyes
Your aura covered me
In blankets
You finally made it here,
Everything was going to be alright
Jillian, they call you
It rings like soft windchimes
Your face looks like
Rose petals falling
From the sky
Are you my guardian angel?
I am protected when
I think of you
Sisters are supposed to be best friends
But I know it is more than that
I believe, Jilly, part of you
Is in me, too
Jilly, that is what
I’d call you.
In December, you turn twenty-three
Mom and Dad think
Of you everyday
They remembered you on Monday.
Visit them like you visit me
You’ll always be their favorite “what if”
What if you came to be?
What if we shared clothes?
What if we had little fights?
I tug at this
Ball of yarn thread
To see who you
Would have been
I was supposed to have a sister,
I have an angel instead.
Anjelica is a Schreyer Honors sophomore from Hughestown, PA majoring in broadcast journalism and minoring in English. Here at Penn State, she has been a reporter for The Daily Collegian for two years, and she has also previously served as an anchor for PSN News, she is currently field reporting for PSN News. She loves writing poetry, she has always written poetry since she was a little girl. She is currently taking a class to enhance her poetry writing skills.