Dear Sister

Darlene my dear sister of mine, as I was growing up, we had our ups and downs, but we also had a lot of fun and good times. You were my only sister, and my hero, I looked up to you. Whenver I needed to ask you a question a straight answer is what I got back. Teasing you as you brought home a boyfriend, is what little brothers are supposed to do. Making you so mad, that you would scream at the top of your lungs, and chase me all over the house, to try and kill me. We had a deal, whenever we bought 6 pack of Pepsi, brother Darrell, you and me, each got 2 bottles, me being very greedy would always steal one or more of yours, it was like that bottle of Pepsi was a chunk of gold or something, you would again chase me all over the house to try and kill me once more. Our Sunday afternoon walks uptown met so much to me, that you will never know how precious those times were, now many miles separate us my dear sister, but I am still loving you and missing you very much, but this poem is for you, to let you know, how I really felt about you and still do, those were very special days of long ago. Written 5-24-11