Cynthia Jones Poet Rhyme

A Sister's Lament

A sister wants to reach out 
to a brother who doesn't care, 
about the way she truly feels 
being drowned, she fights for air. 

He said some mean things 
she will never forget, 
if their parents were still alive 
it would be something, he'd regret. 

They'd be rolling in their graves 
and their grandfather would be too, 
if their grandmother found out 
her feelings would be subdued. 

The sister is sad and angered 
about things her little brother said, 
she wishes the parents were still alive 
he puts them down, after they are dead. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Jan.22/2014 

I wrote this about my brother and myself. We used to be connected at the hip at one time, but ever since our Dad passed away, he's said some really hurtful things. It got worse, after our Mom passed away. After I found out yesterday, that he was in Saint John, at my daughter's work, I felt like calling him up tonight and cursing his ears off. I don't know if I would be able to forgive what he said about our parents. It isn't right or fair to defile somebody, if they are still alive. Or even after they are dead. :'O( 

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Jerry Bolton March 24, 2015 at 10:41 AM When someone we have cared about, especially if that someone is a close relative, tells tales, or falsehoods about their parents, it is a sad situation. I relate. I had a very disturbed mother who like to beat me until I bled, and a father who chose to look away. I brought out my childhood when I wrote my memoir. I spoke the truth. Some in my family did not care for the truth. So, yeah, I relate.

M. L. Kiser March 24, 2015 at 7:56 AM Quite a sincere and heartfelt piece. Regarding forgiveness, try to keep in mind that, perhaps your brother's reality of memory is not necessarily the same as yours. Everyone being different; it sometimes hurts and I've found that whenever there's a death in a family; troubles and disagreements ensue. Your brother is, what he is, as are you. Pray for him. I hope he allows his soul to grow and learn someday.