Sisterhood
Stop chasing me!
I ran with her favorite pair of shoes!
Originally white,
But now a dark brown,
Brown, like my skin,
And my mom’s large eyes,
I tripped in the mud.
My little legs pull me up,
Long strides catch me.
Tag your it!
Catching me,
Silhouette give me a clue,
She won again!
Our bond,
Growing,
To more possibilities,
Hiding in trees,
Dancing next to you,
Catching grasshoppers our hands can’t hold,
Small hands,
Grew into large.
Butterflies bringing,
New…news,
Old …. News,
To retell again.
Tag you’re it!
My legs push through for another mile,
Moments that would continue,
to take my breath away!
I ran with her favorite pair of shoes!
Originally white,
But now a dark brown,
Brown, like my skin,
And my mom’s large eyes,
I tripped in the mud.
My little legs pull me up,
Long strides catch me.
Tag your it!
Catching me,
Silhouette give me a clue,
She won again!
Our bond,
Growing,
To more possibilities,
Hiding in trees,
Dancing next to you,
Catching grasshoppers our hands can’t hold,
Small hands,
Grew into large.
Butterflies bringing,
New…news,
Old …. News,
To retell again.
Tag you’re it!
My legs push through for another mile,
Moments that would continue,
to take my breath away!
This poem is copyright (©) Gema Casillas 2026
About the Writer
Gema Casillas
Gema grew up in the coastal town of Half Moon Bay, California, with her two sisters and parents. She is the daughter of an immigrant from Oaxaca, Mexico, where they only spoke Spanish at home and enjoyed delicious homemade meals. She studied English and Special Education at Notre Dame de Namur University. Gema works as a special education teacher who supports students with post-secondary goals. In 2024, she had the opportunity to attend the Golden Gate Day conference and was at Las Musas Hermana as well as a member of her local SCBWI.
