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Flower Girls

A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!

E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.

G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!

I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light. 
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.

K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.

M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!" 

O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.

Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.

S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!

U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny. 
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.

W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.

Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.

All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!


Bio: Wise woman.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Sister Bears

Deep in the meadow, where deer run wild in the open, 
Papa bear was waking his two cubs from their sheltered den. 

"Go out and play Cailyn and Jess, go discover something new, 
and always remember you take care of me and I take care of you" 

Jess went running as fast as can be leaving her little sister behind. 
She wanted to run to the river to see what fishes she could find. 

"wait up wait up" Cailyn shouted and hollered at her sisters back. 
She followed slowly and carefully inside her sisters foot track. 

Jess shouted back "Sis why can't you just let me be. 
I don't need you right now and you don't need me" 

This made little bear Cailyn so very sad, she ran and hid 
Crying and crying from what her sister cub just did 

Off in the distance she could here Jess scream 
" Cailyn, Cailyn, come help. I'm stuck in the stream" 

Cailyn went running as fast as her little legs would go 
Having to help her sister, the only friend she did ever know 

She just got there in time as Jess was about to fall 
Reaching Cailyn helped her out, whew what a close call 

The two dirty cubs went home to be with their dad 
They fell a sleep in the then den, both of them glad 

Papa bear's advice these two little bitty bear cubs was so true
"Always remember you take care of me and I take care of you." 




Children's Fable Contest
07/07/2014

Copyright © CT Duet | Year Posted 2014

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Naughty Kitties In A Silver Tree

Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play

Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!

But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be

With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose

For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!

Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone

I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song

Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots

Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010

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A Southern Vacation with my Sister Jenny

I’ve been to every corner of this good old U.S.A.
From New York to Miami; from Seattle to L.A.

I’ve visited state parks from the east coast to the west
And many famous cities (San Francisco is the best).

But somehow in my travels, a few states I have missed.
So I have sat down tonight and made myself a list.

Cities I’ve not been to yet with sights I want to see
Lie in Arkansas and in the state of Tennessee.

In Arkansas my sister lives inside her lovely home,
And that state has some parts where I would like to roam.

Some day I must travel there, and see for my first time
Where Jenny lives (I must prepare myself for humid clime).

I’ve never been to Little Rock; I googled it to see
Attractions I could visit like the Clinton Library.

River Market District looks more interesting though.
Also there’s a city zoo, a place I’d like to go.

But Memphis, east of Little Rock, is calling more to me.
With Jenny, I would travel two more hours leisurely.

We’d laugh and talk our whole trip through
Like as kids we always used to do.

What I most look forward to is certain to be grand:
Elvis Presley’s mansion; I’ll be going to Graceland!

Since Presley died, I’ve heard about this landmark for his fans.
I’ve longed to go, but hubbie always had his other plans.

This vacation I must have. I’ve talked to Jenny and
It’s good to know I’d have with me my sister and good friend.

And maybe next we’d head down to the Gulf of Mexico.
That New Orleans is sure a spot I wish that I could go!



written Feb. 17, 2016 for the Take a Vacation contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Marble in Columns on Green

On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute

For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes

A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken

So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife

On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys

For the living, life goes on 
Tomorrow is another day

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Sister

To my sister I just now found,
I'm glad I have you around.

Copyright © Stephanie Weeks | Year Posted 2013

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2 humans 2 hearts And 1 love

Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person. 
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before.  After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy…Hi
Girl…Hi 
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious. 
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Boy…what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
Boy… congratulations 
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams. 

Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like. 
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend…  ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner. 
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.    
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him.  Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim. 
 Now they know each other and they love each other a lot.  She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves. 
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....

I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

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The Norwegian Lady

Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand  and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands
 

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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A Tribute To My Sister

I had a little sister
Who grew up to be my friend
I thought we'd always be together
Until the very end
We shared so many memories 
Of times we were young and carefree
Even though she is no longer here
She'll always be with me
Day after day year after year
I will always remember her with a whole lot of laughter
And few little tears

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2013

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To My Sister

I feel your presence everywhere I go
 You know how much I miss you and how I love you so
 I try very hard not to be sad
That's when I try to think of all the good times we had
 You'll always be with me every single day
 But Oh! How much I miss you since you went away.

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2013

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My Sister

My sister wrote a poem for me
Of christmass's gone and past
The time that was so special
We thought would last and last
The time is always changing
And we all know this is true
And things are not the same for us
So what are we to do?
We take the precious moments
That we shared some years ago
And know we will always have them
And never let them go
For no one can take the memories
That we hold oh so dear
As long as we could remember
And so how much we care

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2013

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Teen Girl Confessions

I was talking to a girl that goes to high school the other day, and she told me all these stories of the girls that go to her school, she is the head of an anti bully club and asked me to write something for her group.



You sit in your room crying about your weight
And how you never think you'll be asked on a date
You dream about marriage, a white picket gate
But you sit there and stare at the bumps on your face
For all the young girls who find no hope or joy
Because you're made fun of by popular boys
Your problem I know, isn't only skin deep
So what other thoughts does your mind always think?

When I see these young girls acting out of their age
So egar to grow up and turn life's page
I can't help but feel that their hurting themselves
And putting there innocence up on a shelf
There are teens getting pregnant, getting in bars 
There's young ones getting high, losing it in cars
There's girls starving their bodies and cutting their arms
Getting drugged and raped despite all the alarms
There's the ones in the lunchroom eating all alone
Who feels rejected by peers and rejected at home
There's the girl with the braces getting called names
And forced to sit alone at the homecoming game

We are all so afraid to apologize to who we have hurt
So we run their names farther down into the dirt
Until we turn on the 6 o' clock news
And hear that they hung themselves in their bedrooms
Then suddenly bullies care, but not soon enough
About those girls who coped with drinking, sex and drugs
If we spent all the time before- lifting them up
And showering them with sisterly love
Then maybe we could all walk arm and arm
Protecting them from all of this harm.

Copyright © Desiree Cooley | Year Posted 2015

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When I Think Of You

When I think of you dearest Catie, I feel a sister’s love,
A love that's true, unblemished, sent from God above.

You have shown how much I mean to you,
By the way you care and the things you do.

No matter how difficult the task I face,
You stand by me each challenge embrace.

You have helped me when times were difficult,
When my heart was under the enemy's assault.

Across the miles our spirits blend and flourish,
A smoothie of love and compassion to nourish.



When I think of you, I know I am truly blessed,
When it comes to friends, God sent me the very best.

You inspire me to let God direct all my ways,
to follow where he leads, each and every day.

When I'm down and life has me feeling low,
I know I've got a friend, somewhere to go.

Your friendship always strengthens and cheers me,
inspiring me to be the very best friend I can be.

Joy ~ your lovingkindness is never amiss,
in my heart I will always call you, 'Sis.'




Written By Catie Lindsey and Joy Wellington

Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2012

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innocent questions

My little sister was back home from school
Today she had questions deep as a tidal pool

Did I do something wrong? Why don’t I have a tail?
All the animals do. I’m sad, it leaves me pale

If trees live like we do, why don’t they walk?
Why did God punish trees? Why can’t they talk?

Why does an elephant have such a big nose?
Why can’t I follow a butterfly, fly as it goes?

Why is a notice called circular, if it’s rectangular in shape?
Why are old time queens famous for having grapes?

Why do giraffes have such a long neck?
Why do woodpeckers do nothing but peck?

Why do cuckoos lay eggs in a crow’s nest?
Hey please answer my questions, so I can ask you the rest.

Copyright © apoorva patrikar | Year Posted 2012

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Teen Girl Confessions

I was talking to a girl that goes to high school the other day, and she told me all these stories of the girls that go to her school, she is the head of an anti bully club and asked me to write something for her group.



You sit in your room crying about your weight
And how you never think you'll be asked on a date
You dream about marriage, a white picket gate
But you sit there and stare at the bumps on your face
For all the young girls who find no hope or joy
Because you're made fun of by popular boys
Your problem I know, isn't only skin deep
So what other thoughts does your mind always think?

When I see these young girls acting out of their age
So egar to grow up and turn life's page
I can't help but feel that their hurting themselves
And putting there innocence up on a shelf
There are teens getting pregnant, getting in bars 
There's young ones getting high, losing it in cars
There's girls starving their bodies and cutting their arms
Getting drugged and raped despite all the alarms
There's the ones in the lunchroom eating all alone
Who feels rejected by peers and rejected at home
There's the girl with the braces getting called names
And forced to sit alone at the homecoming game

We are all so afraid to apologize to who we have hurt
So we run their names farther down into the dirt
Until we turn on the 6 o' clock news
And hear that they hung themselves in their bedrooms
Then suddenly bullies care, but not soon enough
About those girls who coped with drinking, sex and drugs
If we spent all the time before- lifting them up
And showering them with sisterly love
Then maybe we could all walk arm and arm
Protecting them from all of this harm.

Copyright © Desiree Cooley | Year Posted 2015

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My Sister's Gift

The clock on the wall chimes Christmas songs of good cheer
It was a gift from my sister who is no longer here
When I sit here and listen to the music from the clock
As I often do I think of all the fun things that we used to do
And all the happy memories that we once shared
And the bond that we had and how much we cared
I thank the Lord for giving me a sister that was my best friend
And I will always remember her until we meet again

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2014

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Sister-in-Christ!

Jeanice has now been baptized
Now she's saved she has realized

Now she has to win the race
Maturing at a steady pace

Fight the devil; don't back down
Get rid of that crazy clown!

In the end get into heaven
She now knows she's been forgiven!

Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2010

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Sarah P

Before I start on my very funny life,
I'll hand over what seems like a very tiny knife.

Here's a little clue,
To guess my age too,

I'm younger than you think,
At the bottom of the age sink,

Family is the starting point,
But I'm the sticking out joint.

Dad, we seldom see,
But he's more like me.

His ambition used to be,
Writing a book while drinking tea,

Mom is more like the master,
Of the household disaster.

She claims that she could have been,
An army captain and a engineer of tin.

We should have been the perfect triangle,
But instead us three made a perfect tangle.

Sis and Little Sis, they matched up,
For they could draw a perfect pup.

Me over here,I just shot out,
I couldn't even draw a single perfect clout.

Instead of entering the artistic home,
I entered Dad's dusty, old tome.

That's right, I was born a bookworm.
That's how it came out during that term.

Now let me introduce them and me.
We weren't that fond of tea.

Sis is the negative of the bunch.
She was famous for her hard punch.

Thinking deep thoughts,
Drawing something other than clots,

Confined mostly in her arcane space,
Not joining the fun race.

Little sis is the perfect mix,
Leaving definitely nothing to fix.

Though younger than me,
She draws everything there is to see.

Me, there's nothing I would tell,
You'll have to guess, looking at this deep, dark well.








Copyright © Sarah P. | Year Posted 2015

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EEEW, A Baby Sister

Gobs of happiness, bundles of joy! My sister turned out to be a boy Mom said, “Welcome your little brother!” She'd been promising me the other You know! EEEW... a baby sister! Imagine if I had to kiss her! Thanks to the stork way up high If Mom had a girl, I'd probably die! Sisters don't wrestle or play with guns They play with dollies, have girlie fun Glad the way things have turned out Us guys are buds, there's really no doubt! I know! I realize they're people too In fact, some are cute, this is true But if you're gonna give me my druthers I would much prefer a baby brother! The moral is, if you eat your veggies Your Mom will be happy and never edgy A contented Mom will usually bear fruit With a baby boy who'll be cuter than cute! These are the words of a real little boy Who won't even try to hide his joy! He comes right out, it's not a quiz Boys are superior and that's how it is! © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Rival

You are my friend, my family, and my little sister
I never thought one day that I'll give your name a twister.

I remember when it was and how it had began
You'd shown me a drawing excitedly and I had tasted sand.

Asked me if it was good enough and what I thought of it
I thought it was done exquisitely and felt my eyebrows knit.

We had always been sketching, ever since I could remember
And yet I never once did think that you would become the better.

I did not know what the feeling was until a few days after
When you handed me another picture and the air rang with your laughter.

You were so happy and so proud, and I very pleased with you too
But somewhere deep inside unsatisfaction started to brew.

It was moments later when I declared a war
"From now on you are my rival, and I won't let you pass by far!"

But you only shook your head and said that I was weird
That kind of apathetic reaction was worse than I had feared.

Nonetheless I stood my ground, although sometimes it kills
Because you'd made me recognise your given artistic skills.

Copyright © Linda Xiao | Year Posted 2013

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Learning Country

My sister said, "Let's go dancing.""Not a chance." 
 "I don't know how. I don't know how to dance."

"They give beginner's lessons at The Yellow Rose.”
 "They'll have a live band to keep you on your toes." 

I gave in to her begging and gathered up my spunk.
Those at the Rose were probably already drunk.

So I said, "What the heck; how hard's it gonna be?
Those guys are too busy to watch the likes of me."

In most of my endeavors, it's always been my fate,
there's some hidden truth that I didn't anticipate.

Every song had a different dance, no two were the same.
I stood with eyes popping, thinking this was insane.

"What kind of style is this?" I muttered, watching the dancing.
They were clapping and yelling,, twirling and prancing;

with thumbs hooked in pockets and fancy boots on their feet,
they shuffled, hitched and swayed to a crazy country beat.

Not dancing with one another, they formed a perfect line,
  turning and bumping hips and stomping in double time.

They even did a Cha Cha,, a Charleston step or two,
Cheater's Waltz and Black Velvet, twining through.

Sister said, "Come on, let's go!" Well,  it's do or die,
maybe I'll flop, maybe not. I'll never know, unless I try.

I wound up teaching beginners at West Side Senior Center,
and at local "Silver Games," became a gold medal winner!

I performed with the gang at nearby nursing homes,
in matching western costumes and sequins in our combs.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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A BROTHER'S WISH ON A SISTER'S BIRTHDAY

Let this auspicious day be a ladder for you...
To overcome the hurdles...& just pass through...
The landmarks of unhappiness....
Towards the realms of sweet success....!

May this day also remind...
The tenets that were always there in your mind...
May your heart be as pure as a God...
& culture prevail in your action & word...!

May Time be a mere witness....
As you gallop ahead with pristine progress....
May Fortune be your timid slave...
As it always favours the brave....!

May the Future flower your life with glee...
hopes,triumphs and prosperity...
May you always be what you are....
& the road of your stride stretch far & far.....

Copyright © DEBASISH MISHRA | Year Posted 2013

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The Deadly Dart

Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.

I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?

Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.

Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.

Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
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...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english 
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it 
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........

Copyright © Brittany Moon | Year Posted 2010

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sister and a friend

Family isn't in the blood
Its love like a flood 
Its the loyalty to the end
A sister and a friend
U open my eyes
I see more than the skies
Your love u show me
Makes my heart so real 
That family should truly feel

Copyright © Jason Barth | Year Posted 2015

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The Beauty of Sisterhood


In my family garden,  there grows a lovely rose.
A beautiful blossom who helps rid me of my woes.
  ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~
I dedicate these couplets to my sister, Frances Rose.


Dearest Sister, Fran, 

As children, it was you and me. We only had each other.
Never really felt a connection with our older brother.

Younger than I, by little more than just a year,
you're always there to comfort me in my times of fear.

With my marriage at its end, I was filled with sorrow,
You came to me and said, "I've a shoulder you can borrow."

You rescued me, when in the night 'he' broke my hand.
You are my cool water when I cross the desert sand.

Without you by my side I would have fallen apart.
You held me close when you saw the condition of my heart.

I'm the big sister who should be looking after you,
but you wear the angel wings when I'm feeling blue.

You never make me feel ashamed by saying, "I told you so."
So I'm writing you this couplet poem just so you'll know.

No matter how many times I stumble and I fall,
you bend and pick me up so I never have to crawl.

You are my umbrella when the rain pours down,
my fairy godmother when I'm in need of a gown.

You are my life raft when in the sea I flounder.
You reason with me until my mind is sounder.

You are my protector from those who lie,
Give me strength when our loved ones die.

When others turn their backs and don't seem to care
I know you'll be at my side. You've always been there.

You dry my tears and then bring me to laughter.
And for all you do, I'll be grateful forever after.

If I ask you to do me a favor,
You smile and say, "Sure, what flavor?'

Much more than just a friend...that's a sad cliché.
There is only one more thing that I have to say.

Because you're the only one who has ever really understood,
I love you far beyond the sharing of our beautiful sisterhood.



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Lin Lane  ~  December 18th 2015
   Sibling Contest  ~ Eve Roper

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015

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SISTERS

                                  .  SISTERS
                      .If life comes to push or shove.
                    There's nothing like a sisters love.
                        We grew-up with each other.
                     Learning to love from our mother.
                        Four sisters learning to share.
         Each others clothes and brushing one anothers hair.
                I love the sisters I have I will need no more.
              Cause my sisters love gauge if filled to the core.
                         Teresa Skyles

Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011

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naive

Your so naive, You act like your so great
But you've got nothing of you to love when you point out everything you hate 
When you criticize my every move and you make me feel so down 
Like you get a prize every time you shove me to the ground 
You make me hurt with every word, why's it so hard for you to think
Purposely frustrate me, You make me feel like such a freak
I don't have to say one word to you, You just throw in your two cents 
You talk like you can tell me anything you want, Life bears you no consequence
So even when I don't ask for it, tell me the first thing that comes to mind
Leave everything unfiltered, even though its not close to kind
Talk about me behind my back, Better yet right in front of my face
Shout out my faults to the world, Doesn't matter the time or place
Embarrass me in front of your friends, Give it your best shot
It doesn't matter how much it kills me, Because you're going to stab me with every knife you got
You can punch me in my ribs, Laugh at me when you make me cry
Tell the world my secrets, leave me in the sun to fry
Get me so mad, I hide around the corner to slit my wrist
When I die I bet I'll be the last person you ever miss 
When everyone shoves me around, eventually you'll get in line for it too
Get on my nerves, Better make it your favorite thing to do 
Your my sister but what's it matter?
According to you we're from two separate worlds so my broken hearts what your after 
You want nothing more than to run me to my grave 
You can get away with everything you do, so what if you misbehave

Copyright © chelsy gonzales | Year Posted 2012

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Little Big Brother

When he was a child, He threw my belongings out the window
Gazed upon me not knowing, Where I would go
Belt welts for my belongings, He did not know
Sorry my brother, My Highs reached your lows

When I became a teen mom, He embraced my change
Knowing I've always been like a mother, To my Lil Big Brother I reined
When he realized he beat me, He was not naive to see
However his mind was not developed enough, To see it was breaking me

He adapted to my change gradually, Seeing it as the norm
Eventually seeing the sister he once knew, Becoming someone he now mourned
As he grew he pushed harder, Knowing hopes and dreams for him were true
Occasionally falling off track, Doing what he had to do

Graduating first, Meeting the finish line 
He knew he made me proud, As an adult expressing his mind
Helping me to stay afloat, Encouraging me as his life boat 
I continue to tread water, Within tsunamis throat

Now using him as the outlet, In which I express
My deep darkest fears, He wipes away my tears
When younger siblings step in, In pride you should not be led
They to know whats best, While maintaining our thread

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2016

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Two Sisters

Sister. No sweeter sounding word
Ever spoken. Ever heard

Two flowers growing on one tree
Bestowed with beauty equally

Two moonbeam smiles hand-in-hand
Secrets shared in fairyland

Younger shadow mirrors the older
Little girl tears on a big girl's shoulder

Lives diminished without your guidance
I am your sister, I carry your silence

Four pillars prevail, one father, one mother
I am one sister and you are the other

Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016

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Something Special

Something Special
By Curtis Johnson

We all have seen it, heard it, or felt it, whether  it was stationary or mobile.
I once read that the greatest sound we ever hear is the calling of our name.

I’m not sure about that, but without a doubt, I am certain about this one thing.
I had a sister who met an early demise; and she called my name like no other.

There was a certain sound and tone in her voice that arrested and captured me every time.
Perhaps she saw something special in me, but in reality, “the special” flowed from her.

Whatever  she gained from me cannot compare with this deep and abiding memory of her.
When she uttered my name, the big three of love, respect, and admiration embraced me.

After Jesus' resurrection, Mary thought that Jesus was a gardener.               She recognized him only when he called her by her name, "Mary".

The magic you experience may be totally different from Mary's or mine.          What's important is that your "special" is uniquely designed for you.

This magic is unlike hidden materials of gold, silver, or precious stones, that are dug out, hunted for, or explored.  It, like you, is an abiding treasure.
03082016 cj John. 20:11-16 PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016