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I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
To find the white rabbit,
from Alice in Wonderland,
Playing croquet with the queen,
Not knowing where the world is going,
To embrace Juliet and Miss Cunegund,
Seal fishing in Alaska,
I’ve always been attracted, really,
By the other side of the mirror,
Having tea at the madhouse,
to listen to the advice of the silkworm,
The poet lives in strawberry pies.
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Who stole my Christmas present?
The toy box, the stuffed animal,
Comanche’s headdress,
The red fire truck,
I saw time fly by the window,
She’s not my little sister,
Nor the matchmaker,
Is it Lucille, playing piano ?
Who stole my Christmas present?
Davy Crockett’s panoply,
The pretty steam locomotive, stupid,
The jumping balloon and its dreams,
I saw time fly by the window,
On Turning Sixteen
At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I
At sixteen minutes
I held you and you held me
by the heart
At sixteen hours
We were heading home
and our family now
numbered four
At sixteen days
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another
child in his life …
At sixteen weeks things
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship
Comforting.
At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes
At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday
To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.
It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks above
You flew like the wind to be by my side
As they roared with rage
I teased, but I held you close
Like always
My hands covered your little ears
And your little hands covered mine
I watched you watch sky
My little sister.
*
It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks above
We were the embodiment of youth
Carefree as the wind whipped wildly through our hair
In a friend's black Jetta
We journeyed to the beach to watch the town's display
Faithfully at my hip
You tagged along
Where you belonged.
*
It’s the Fourth of July
Remember…
With fireworks above
I paced the pavement in dreadful worry, calling you
In the downfall of your self-destruction
I would fall ill with every heard siren
My face would flush with fever at each knock on my door
You arrived home that night under the smoke-filled sky
Your eyes filled with clouds
Clouds remained
But you did not
My sister.
*
*
It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks below...
I soared above the ignited sky in an airplane
Without you
Those celebratory colors cracking miles below me
As I flew
Home from where you left
To fly home
High above the planes
Above the fireworks
Where you illuminate the Heavens
On the Fourth of July
And I remember.
My little sister and I just never seemed to catch up to the rest of the family. When we had just entered our most impressionable years, we were plucked up from the beloved town of Wakenda and plopped down in another story altogether. So, we would sit around and listen to all the stories, jokes, and folklore about the old town like it was a shrine or something. Shortly after we left, the entire town was wiped out in a flood, so we couldn’t even go back and try to recover what we had missed. Take every opportunity to create lasting memories with your family and friends. You’ll never know when you might lose the chance.
good memories
bind us together
make all you can
on your way, your almost there
well thought out with tack and care
making money, travel around
your off again before you feet hit the ground
i remember when we were young
at the tree "dizzy" we sung
and other songs till it was dinner
"you got a great voice you could be a singer"
we always got on but you could be a mare
but when i needed you, you were always there
we had a few laughs a right little prankster
and i am sorry for killing your hamster
they said you couldnt but u said you could
you proved then wrong, your ground you stood
you stubbern like father you will not be told no
you get and idear and cant wait to go
im so proud and i know dad would be too
cos life isint easy and u know this to be true
but youve came a long way from being my chubby little sister
and the time we havent spoke i raelly have missed ya
cant wait for you to come home, and we'll have a good laugh
like the picture of you, naked in spain in the bath (you were bout 5-6)
your the worlds greastest sister,well in my eyes you are
you have lots of talent and i know u will go far
so with all these words spoken
and that being done
i love you a million
from your fathers son
Form:
I am frozen and so cold
From what I have just been told
My hearts fastly palpitating
Tell me your exaggerating
With everything I just heard
Nothing could be any worse
My dear friend I can not picture
You are like a little sister
That I care for with my heart
When did all this sorrow start
There is no way to believe
What I see under your sleeve
Bruises, cuts and even burns
Why did it take so long to learn
What this monster has been doing
Not knowing what he is losing
Once I get a hold of him
His worlds going to go dim
I try to hug you gently
But you back up and slowly
Show me more of what he's done
He better go on the run
Once I find this little creep
He'll be buried really deep
I take your hand and sit you down
As more evidence is found
On your body that is broken
I am left shocked and unspoken
With the condition you are in
I'm so sorry my sweet friend
At what you were going through
But there's nothing I wont do
To take you from this living hell
Open up and please just tell
Me where this scumbug is hidden
I'll do things that are forbidden
And he wont touch you anymore
As I even up the score
“Only girls cry!…Boo hoo!”
"Look at you" he taunted me, (as big brothers often do)
Making a mockery. He kept teasing me, heckling me,
as I whined, and cried, and planned revenge
Neither of us would have won a prize, for being Mom's angelic pride,
of Kirby street that hot July...
“You Thug!”..I cried,…a laughing stock...his mocking me,
and worst of all, our bitter brawl played out for all the world to see.
No recourse, no remorse..(poor me!!)… As the butt of his demeaning jokes
By then my temper had been stoked, he had poked me once too often!
So HUGE, was my disdain for his smug, big thug, that grinning face,
in retaliation, for my humilation, (as an enraged little sister might do..)
I grabbed one of his model airplanes….and threw……THREW HARD...
It broke into shards, big shrapnel pieces…I dashed for cover...
Hovering behind the hedge…waiting for his own revenge!…
Instead it left a gash, a bloody angry wound, I was aghast....!
Well, of course our Mother got involved.. .
It was resolved by iodine and bandages
And a tongue lashing...
“You could have put out his eye!! ….and then we cried, …the two of us
Well we would repent, and spent the day becoming friends...
The afternoon out in the yard….
One sudden, unguarded moment ….
there was a car,.... came ‘round the bend
and as our game was 'bout to end....his dog, (his mongrel friend) was hit
....and then....
all time suspended........
My brother’s sweet dog, who slept on his bed, was gone
The next hours painfully hung…and long is the memory that still weighs a ton….
Ending with me alone in my bed..
Mute with grief ….remembering his words….”Only girls cry”….
Hearing his sobs……all through the night..
And my parent's cooed comfort, the soundtrack to this tragic movie
That still plays in my darkest theater….all these years later
I shudder still, have a lump in my throat…how that faint little scar, can still emote…
such feelings of tenderness I felt on that day.
Over the years…we have shared many tears…
we have leaned on each other, me and my brother
Big girls will cry, just as little girls do…and big boys can cry,
..and hey,..that’s okay, too
The morning after you take your life
The world will still revolve
People you know will laugh at jokes you used to make
Your parents will invite people over every month Or two
Your best friend will still smile
But there will always be a gap
Your spot at the dinner table will never disappear, but you I’ll not be filled either
Your best friend will stop by just to sit on your bed
She will cry and blame herself for not seeing you weren’t okay
Your brother won’t cry but he’ll punch holes through walls
Your father won’t speak, won’t eat, won’t leave the couch
Your little sister will ask where you went and when you’ll be home
Your mother will ignore her feelings and act like everything’s great
Your room will stay exactly home you left it because nobody can bring themselves to clean it
It will just sit there with the door cracked open
Your friends will go to your favorite restaurant
They will stare at the table or at the floor
Your usual waiter will silently walk up and sit with them
No expression on their faces
Just wondering what they could've done to to help you
The car ride home will be quiet
They will lay in their in their beds for hours wide awake
Their minds flooding with memories of you
That one time you laughed so hard milk shot out of you’re nose
When you embarrassed your friend in front of their crush but it’s okay because they both laughed about it
The next day they will be numb from no sleep and their eyes will be puffy and red from crying all night
It will click in their minds that you are never coming back
The will think of every argument, every raised voice
Every time they’ve made you cry
They will think and question themselves on home many times you were dying behind a smile
They will heal, but it will be a long time
You will never be forgotten
Every scar will be remembered forever.
RED and WHITE POLKA DOT UMBRELLA By James Edward Lee Sr.
Wow! A rainbow I see it in the clouds
I am a little boy standing in the storm
right now I am alone
Rain is pouring down on me
I can hardly see it, but I can see
the colorful radiance rainbow brilliantly reminds me
Woe, colors so bright the reds, yellows, blues, greens what a site
This is so beautiful so pretty;
Going home to tell my mommy and daddy
Ah! A rainbow I see it now as I .......
I stand on this red bench
Holding this red and white polka dot umbrella
While wondering where my little sister Bella
She needs to see this
Boy, look what's she missed
When I get done, I'm going home for lunch
Having my favorite snack cheese pizza
With extra mozzarella covered with Nutella
I'm such an observant little fella
I am the boy holding his red and white polka dot umbrella
I got this covering me while I'm looking at the rainbow over the horizon
As I can hardly see but I can see
The colorful radiance rainbow in front of me
Wow! my Sunday school teacher says this is a promise from God
I stand on this bench
Holding this red and white polka dot umbrella
09/25/17
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When I was younger
I thought you were so cool
So much so that I
wrote a paper about you in school
You are much older
and that's neither of our fault
But you aren't involved
not like I would have thought
Maybe I was annoying
and you were a teen
But now that I'm an adult
it's painful to see
Maybe you don't like my mom
or you have feelings toward dad
You've chosen to estrange yourself
You're the sister I've never had
And while it hurts and I've cried
when I think about you not wanting me
I've come to accept it
as my lonely reality
I've had some hardships
when having you would have been nice
But you aren't here
to share any advice
I've learned that blood
doesn't mean family
I've got myself a great one
though they're not related to me
And there is this girl
Nine years my younger
She lights up the world
like lightning and thunder
She's brave and she's fierce
she's smart and she's clever
and I've realized with time
she's the sister you were never
So I'm learning this role
with no help from you
I hope I can be to her
what she is to me, too
Birthdays and Christmas
her first tattoo
I'd be lying if I said
it didn't make me think of you
What I wish you would have been
what we could have been together
I never knew then
I'd find something much better
She's wonderful and kind
my sister I was so lucky to find
Perhaps thanks are in order
you've inspired me to always support her
I won't leave or betray her
and truly I'm glad
to be the cycle-breaker
I've found the sister I never had