Best My Sister Poems
POTD 10th May 2018
A dedication to our departed Mum, Anne Forbes.
And to all the dearly departed Mums who celebrate Mother’s day on the second Sunday in May. We will meet again.
The day came when she had to leave
And we were left behind to grieve
If we could wish her back for a day
A million things we would need to say
As exquisite as painted silk these wings
I soar past clouds ~ with a Soul that sings
Every precious moment by her side
Fighting back tears we hold inside
Knowing she would go away
The Wish ~ was only for a day.
In a whirl of color flying fast
Hastening to a future of Ever last
A Wish granted ~ a butterfly in our midst
An astral sensation like we’ve been kissed
The Sun shines brighter on this glorious day
The whispering breeze that seems to say
Pearlescent petals in the air
Shimmering sun beams everywhere
I’m always here ~ I watch you all
And comfort you if you falter or fall
So dry your tears ~ no need to grieve
My tangible form ~ you must believe
I never left ~ I love you still
To Eternity’s end ~ I always will
On a whispering wind that gently sighs
I fly like a butterfly ~ there are no goodbyes
POTD 10th May 2018
Video Clip:
"On The Wings Of A Butterfly" by Jimmy Scott.
My sister says
my father was a good man --
but, how should I,
who never "knew" him
(except as a far-from-good man)
buy her stories?
Am I, the last child
of that union,
too, too judgmental?
Too far removed in time from
what she knew
and now recalls?
My memory is of a different man,
who died when I was twenty-two:
one rarely present, never talking,
often jailed,
unsupportive --
someone I really never knew.
He was no bearer of familial tales,
no imparter of the history
now I only wish I'd heard...
Obviously, I differ from my sister
about what constitutes a good man.
He never seemed to feel that he
needed to provide basics --
food, shelter, clothing, health care --
to his offspring -- and he almost never did......
I do remember how he staggered
on the street,
fell off of curbs,
sought shelter
and often could be found
asleep -- or at least
stretched out unconscious --
in some vacant lot;
how he foraged
frenziedly
about for beer,
or only Gallo muscatel
(thirty-five cents for the flask).
Should I not ask
what makes my sister think
I could remember him as does she?
In such a different light?
As victim,
and maligned
by inlaws or by circumstance?
All I know is what I do remember,
what I survived
when she and others,
grown, were gone.
I do not think
that I can accept
or change
(nor in absentia, forgive) --
and, no, I do not yet
believe
what my sister says.
For My Sister and Brother Poets
Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of
the confinement of my assigned nativity...then
seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go
settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory
of Meanings, trusting a disclosure of my birthright
as a citizen among the searching population at
the address of Poetry — twin to the Soul — more
fertile for vines from the heart, more welcoming to
the orchards of Imagination, always ripe with songs.
Today’s afternoon was spent planting a grove of pink
dogwood saplings and sapphire iris bulbs nearby...
so someday they will bask in light, feeling winds
and us, too, walking past in admiration,sprinkling
our words of appreciation across the earth over their
roots. Birds sound dearly above as the dusk nears.
I work until the first sight of winking Venus...then,
take pages and pens with a flashlight under my tent
of sheets revealing on the net, a broad company
of my sister and brother poets, recounting — each
one of us — the full scenes of our day’s graced hours,
by words to one another, from pains to joys, all-
reaching, from solitary into community, supporting,
learning...expressive, in wonder, hoping to know
the sounding rise of the Voice within, and ever
thankful for a promise of a flight on eagle’s wings.
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(c)sally Young eslinger 2/5/2021
Thanks be to God and to PoetrySoup, all of you
"Of two sisters, I was the follower and she was the adventurer."
Quote by _ Constance
Suzanne, leads me
to her place in the cemetery
and I can hear the night sighing
I want to stay with her
Oh, you may think me crazy
but I will miss my sister forever
I wish we could drink tea like our yesterdays
green tea all the way from China in fancy cups
I tell her how much I love her still
but have brought no flowers in this dream
and she lets the sparkling stars answer
whispering I will always love you too
and I want to kiss and hug her
for she is my legend and my hero
she is my sister love
Suzanne, was an adventurer
one day we climbed a snow mountain
we stood so proud from our high tower
surveying our kingdom
and then we were slipping
and she let go of my hand, falling
sliding off the mountain of snow
I screamed her name over and over
as a sea of snow crashed down
leaving her broken below
and my life would never be the same
she had let go of my hand to save me
as she sank like a stone
oh, how many times I have wished to die
and I want to kiss and hug her
for she is my legend and my hero
she is my sister love
Suzanne, is floating
and is leading me to the cemetery gate
she is wearing a pretty dress
bought from a thrift store for her funeral
and the moon shines down like honey
as we move in silence
past the praying angel statues
headstones and decaying flowers
oh, she saved me that day
when we were just children playing
sisters who loved each other so much
and will forever and evermore
Suzanne holds the gate open for me in this dream
and I want to kiss and hug her
for she is my legend and my hero
she is my sister love
My sister Sharon is
getting marry and I’m a brides maid I said can I say a speech but she
said nay My sister is a lovely girl
even if I say so my self and I
like her faunas he’s got
fine health So there’s
my speech I love
you sis and I
hope you
like
this
We are not related, but you are always there
To lend me support, I’m so lucky that you care
When my husband had surgery and was so very ill
Your friendship was amazing and you are here for me still
My family in particular gave me so little support
You stepped in with shopping and little gifts that you brought
I have found a true angel and her name is Chris
If I could chose a relation then I'd have you for my sis
We can’t choose our family but we can choose our friends
I hope our friendship lasts forever until our life ends
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I have to thank my sister for something years ago
It's written in this message that I think she ought to know
I have to thank my sister for everything she's done
To keep me in the family the time we lost our mom
I have to thank my sister each and every day
For never ever letting children's aid take me away
I have to thank my sister for taking care of me
She was my guardian angel when she didn't have to be
I have to thank my sister for the life she chose to share
For me her little sister with her tender loving care
I have to thank my sister and her loving husband too
For doing all the things for me they didn't have to do
I have to thank my sister until e-ter-ni-ty
I'm proud that she's my sister and in my family
I have to thank my sister before the teardrops start
I love Paulette my sister from the bottom of my heart
by Deborah Lynn Gale
Thank You Paulette & Bill
LOVE YOU BOTH ALWAYS
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
Her mind control crying
Gets her anything she wants
I say "That's not fair!"
But she just looks at me and taunts
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
It's just a disguise
I'm on to her
Is she scaly
Or covered in fur
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
She's spying on us
They 're ready to invade
So don't just be frightened
Be very afraid!
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
She knows I'm on to her
She's calling for friends
So run for your life
And hide till it ends
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
me
and my
sister look
similar really
but that is where
the mirror image ends
we are different in all ways
I am messy and she is so neat
she is conservative and I am lace
I like everything old and she likes new
we both like cats but her not as much
she dislikes make up but I fancy it
love my long hair she does not
cooking is for her a real joy
poetry writing is my thing
she likes to go on trips
I like it at home
two sisters
united in
love
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July 10, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Me and My Sister
Copyright Protected, ID 15-688-119-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
i mind when i was wee
playing games with my sister
we kept each other free
me and my sister
we loved with all our hearts
protecting each sister
even after having kids
joined each sister
Combining all these things
playing all the games
loving with our hearts
loving each others kids
We are glued, me and my sister!!
By Kate Mcnaughton.
Not a day since you left me sister-
does my h e a r t not WEEP a thousand sorrows,
oh, sister love my TEARS could fill an ocean blue.
I stand at your T O M B and wonder of what could have been,
and recall how PEACEFUL you were in r e p o s e ,
hands in prayer, rosy lips and cheeks, oh how BEAUTIFUL!
Perfectly lovely except you were quite dead, QUITE dead . . .
Neither, from the deepest S H A D O W S in my SOUL , sister-
can I silence the sweet sound of your voice,
how I wish to s i n g with you songs of J O Y
that I so affectionately remember as I whisper at your grave.
Sister dear, I smile FORLORN and l o n e l y
with faded m e m o r i e s of you and I return to haunting vivid thoughts.
W E were but children when you went away . . .
As I brush the vines from the stone I wonder, sister-
would Y O U do the same if it were ME lying there,
so C L O S E we were when we were young.
The moss on your tomb is soft in the morning mist;
it reminds me of your s k i n when last I TOUCHED you,
s m o o t h and c o o l as your head lay tenderly on that small pillow.
oh, beautiful d r e a m e r do you dream of me in heaven above . . .
And when my days on this EARTH end sister-
will you be there at the golden g a t e to welcome me home,
and take my HAND in yours just like you used to.
Can we s t r o l l heaven's gardens together,
and sit side-by-side on the grass w h i s p e r i n g silly secrets . . .
I touch your name ENGRAVED deep into the cold stone,
and my heart b l e e d s again and again, each time . . .
07/05/2017
My sister my friend,
Forever to be,
My friend, my sister,
For eternity.
No loss or distance,
Can sever our hearts,
For two joining souls,
Can never part.
With undying love,
And unbending trust,
God saw to it,
That this was a must.
To be together,
Forever you see,
My sister my friend,
For eternity.
Pain of your demise
crowds my mind...
Memories of you come alive,
I try not to cry...though
Death, the thief, took you away!
Cynthia
A dream from a while back I always remember clear...
My sister was slipping away from cancer as I tear...
Loosing my dad three years back was still fresh in my head...
So going through this again, all the same words can be said...
As I slept through the night images would fill my dreams...
My sister and family all chatting as all was ok it seemed...
The entire dream my sister stood by the door as I pleaded
her to sit and rest...
She kept saying I have to go as I wondered if this was a test...
She opens the door and starts to walk out as I stood to hold her
arm...
I'm ok she claimed as I could feel her pull away ,but with no harm..
It was my dad on the other side of the door saying she is with me now...
As I woke that morning I felt confused , the phone rang as my heart
dropped...
My sister had passed away through the night, a destination that couldn't
be stopped...
But to know where she was and who was with her eased my pain a bit..
Still I miss her so as remember her smile as I sit and reflect...
A true dream... for" Fragmented Dream contest by Constance A Rambling Poet"
"a spiritual dream" by Michael J. Falotico