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Young Bobby slipped into his sister’s room
one night when she was at her boyfriend’s house.
She’d caught him rifling through her stuff before.
To put it mildly, Jessie was not kind.
This time, he’d put each item back in place!
Oh, boy! At last, he found her diary!
He read each page and found some shocking facts!
His eyes were big as saucers as he learned
his sis and all her friends had done some things
they’d never tell their moms and dads about.
He found he couldn’t put this treasure down.
He started finding entries about—HIM:
“The little creep has been in here again.
He messes with my stuff, and he’s too dumb
to put things back in place! I’ll catch him soon!”
“I know some stuff on him he’d never tell
our parents, so I have some leverage.
I just may tell them—” Then he realized
the last page of the diary was missing.
He put the “treasure” back and fled the scene.
All the golden clouds that slowly
drift away have the lovely tint
of the strawberry-red sunset;
little sister in mom's arms is tenderly
lulled by her with a whispering voice
that barely breaks the deep silence.
Little sis in mom's rocking arms,
are you sleeping or are you dreaming?
And holding Colonel Giggle Cheeks,
you squeeze her gently giggling;
little sis in mom's rocking arms,
you cover her mouth when she speaks!
A cradle song is meant for babies,
those tender ones without any worries
and they giggle in their sleep a little...
when they hear someone play the fiddle!
Little sis in mom's rocking arms,
your spoils can't be shared by anyone
older than you and what delights
mother is the joy she shares alone.
Hey Sis,
listen to me.
I am not talking to the illness,
I am talking to you.
And I need you to hear me louder than the lies in your head.
That voice?
The one that claws at you,
that shrinks your world down to scales and numbers?
It is a liar.
It is a thief.
It is a cage.
And cages break.
Cages break.
Cages break.
You are not a problem to be fixed.
You are not a bed in a ward.
You are not a fragile body under fluorescent lights.
You are a wildfire.
Say it with me,
You are a wildfire.
You are a wildfire.
And wildfires don’t bow.
Wildfires don’t bend.
Wildfires burn through.
Do you remember who you are?
The girl who ran faster than anyone said she could.
The one who laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe.
The one who fought for me when I was too tired to fight for myself.
That’s still you.
Still you. Still you. Still you.
This illness wants you silent.
But you are not silent.
Say it
I am not silent.
This illness wants you small.
But you are not small.
Say it,
I am not small.
This illness wants you gone.
But you,
you are still here.
Still here.
Still here.
And that means you are already winning.
So hear me now:
I will not let this thing write your story.
I will not bow to it.
I will not fear it.
And neither will you.
We fight.
We rise.
We burn.
We fight.
We rise.
We burn.
Because you are my sister.
And you are so much more than this battle.
And I swear on every ounce of blood in my veins,
we will burn this sickness out of the shadows.
We will drag you back into the light.
And when you stand there,
free and furious and whole again,
the world will remember what it means
to see you rise.
Happy birthday to the most handsome, most loving,
and most amazing Papa in the world — no one else but you!
Before anything else, I thank the Almighty Father
for giving me you as my Papa.
You are one of His greatest gifts to me — the reason
I’m here in the Kingdom, the vessel He used
so I could truly know and draw closer to Pastor.
You weren’t just a good father to us — you were a good man.
A man who loved not just with words, but with actions.
Not just in the physical, but most of all, in the spiritual.
You planted seeds of faith in our hearts
even when we were too young to understand.
I still remember what you once told me,
back when I was still in the outhouse —
how your strictness came from love,
because you never wanted to raise children who’d lose their way.
And now I see it clearly, Papa — everything you did
was for our souls. For our future. For us.
Thank you for standing tall when we were weak.
For holding on when we were close to letting go.
You carried the weight of our doubts with unwavering faith,
and that’s something I’ll forever be grateful for.
Thank you, Brother Hugo — for every prayer,
every word of guidance, every silent sacrifice we may never fully know.
Wishing you more birthdays filled with joy, peace, and strength.
Please take care, Papa. Get well soon,
and don’t let any sickness dull your spirit.
We love you so deeply. Happiest birthday once again, Papa — our hero, our guide, our blessing!
Don't leave me hanging sis !
I came out of no where with an agenda on the mind.
Joining the soup to be near my favorite one
knowing she is not hard to find
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
than came round three and more.
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happen naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me
sitting me down while she read me her stuff.
Inside me she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyones mind with words
I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joke way back than
(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))
Sarah I never knew how much of an angel you was. until you grew your wings and flew too that beautiful bright star above our heads and if that start would give me one wish. I would wish for you to come back and fix our broken hearts..?? but as I sit here underneath the night sky and bright moon.. remembering all of the ambivalent times we shared. I swear it makes my heart bleed tears...... if I laugh or cry as a grandad I hope she hears.. that I'm still not happy about the time she died my hair or all the times her friends made me babysit for a year lol *** so thank you everyone for the mad or amazing times we all got too shair xx
I love you big sister
I am ever so sorry to you Joanne
And I only can apologize for what
I am hesitantly about to mention
and say let alone speak these word's
and express these thoughts out loud
As you are coming over on holiday
on this the 1st of June to visit both
your mum and I
But being as I am your brother and
love you so I do not wish to lie
For since we haven't seen one another
in the flesh for over 2 long year's now
I know and fear I will in fact disappoint
you when you see me my ever-loving big sis
As the time we have lost and spent apart
To me has not been kind and you as I
may find it hard to assimilate the person
I am now and have sadly become
And thought abounds me of you
upon leaving wishing you had never
taken your time to come at at
Is keeping me awake way into the
dead of night when I try and sleep
I can and may just about be able to
deal with the disappointment I feel
within myself
But seeing that very same disappointment
reflected in your eyes
I fear may well be something far to
hard than even I can take and face
And why I say I am ever so sorry Joanne
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
Happy 50th Birthday
To you our Joanne "R"kid
My 1 and only big sister
For i could not have wished
for more
Than the 50 privileged year's
spent loving you as your brother
Same father and to mother born
same same blood line
Jealous only i of your 3
amazing children my beautiful
nieces
Wish only Dad was here and
i was there
To share with you on your
auspicious 50th birthday
Just how much you mean to
every single one and all of us
And just how much we actually
love you
So happy 50th birthday to you
Our Joanne my big sister
Love and word's can not express
My eternal joy my happiness
To many word's to simplest
sentiment express
50 x i love you
And not merely because
today the 28th is your Birthday
But for everyday before and after
i forgot or forget to tell you
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Everyone stand up and cheer
A more upbeat poem you'll never find
Pay attention and listen here!
Funny how moods go up and down
Like a proverbial yo-yo
Maintaining a balance is a full time job
Life's like a bucking bronco
Survival of the fittest is what it's about
Rule's been around forever
Keep on top, don't let down your guard
Be true to every endeavour
Eventually you'll accomplish all your goals
Maybe sooner or maybe later
Depends on so many unknown factors
Don't just sit there as a spectator
Make it happen keep on top of your game
Don't waiver, flinch, or pause
Winners always keep their eye on the prize
Forever stay true to your cause
Rah! Rah! Rah! and a Sis Boom Bah!
Stay focused, me buckeroos
Happy or crabby, giggly or cantankerous
Can't blame nobody else but you!
© Jack Ellison 2013