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Systir Min

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Systir Min

Systir Min


You and I are in the echoes of the past
Two toe-blond heads, lit like fire in the never ending summer
Folded in the smells of the desert 
Brightly colored clothes, that bob up and down in the fields
Like ornaments that decorate clay and dust


Do you recall, the sound of our Sunday dress shoes
Slapping the silence away happily in cement courtyards?
We tossed those carnivorous things aside in favor of crab grasses
And chasing droplets of waters down sun spattered noses


Systir Min


Do you recall, all the summer dresses Mamma sewed? 
The hum of the motor whirling round and round, 
Pedal jumping fiercely under her solid Scandinavian foot
Love-filled fabrics built like armor
With all the threads she had to give, to send us into the world


No amount of turns I gave you on our bike
Could fill you with enough memories in which to hang your dreams
I know this now, that no strength in any armor, or any thread could save you
To keep you pushing through shoes, trying on dresses, driving to work


Systir Min


I will find you someday again
Spinning in floral patterns in our never ending summers
And only then, will I have learned enough about the secrets 
So that I can teach you this time, how to believe

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  1. Date: 2/8/2011 3:47:00 PM
    Thanks Julie, that's so sweet of you to say, I appreciate you taking the time to read it. It's a very personal poem about my sister, whom I lost to drug addiction. "Systir Min" means like my dear sister, in Icelandic where my family is from.

  1. Date: 2/8/2011 3:44:00 PM
    I can't believe that you didn't get any comments on this poem...it fantastic, well written, very expressive and captivating. Don't stop posting poems you're very talented. Julie