Sister Time
Where did she come from I asked,
my eight year old heart beating fast.
Well, take her back ...
this can't be meant to last!
When she was three,
I tied her to a neighbors' tree
and ran home with glee ...
our parents were not amused.
At 15, when she was seven,
I was all about: Don't Tell Momma
as we rode around with my latest boy
in his '58 Ford.
I left home at 17 and never looked back.
Estranged is a painful track.
I never knew sibling rivalry
as eight years apart was too big a gap.
Now in my 60's and she is 58
as we come to love more as sisters
before it is too late,
those eight years don't even exist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Nathan's "Sibling Rivalry" contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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