Sister Love Poems

When i’m gone
They’ll all have moved on
I'm already a ghost
Haunting over the life id already lost

They’ve never saw me turn into a adult
I moved too...

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Maybe I don't understand love, an enigma that entangles my soul like a thick fog,
For in the moment I think I've found that person, reality...

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Made motherless 
in your mid teens,
father removed by grief,
brother and sister
crying out, your youth
was taken by need.
Emotions went subterranean, 
kept capped too deep in you...

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            HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
(Apropos Of Mother, Aunts, And Our Sister)

God not only gave us...

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I told my sister; 
"He's kind of... A mess"
After my sixth anniversary dinner. 
My twin sister looked at me blankly and said:
"The whole family knows...

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My sibling sister and friend without spite
     or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
   ...

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The Eternal Question,
  How can I answer you?
  The Eternal Question
  I could never figure what was true
  Why would God...

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To all my children, may you please be aware!
I don't always show it, but I will always care.
Each of you have been a great gift...

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A few feet away,
daisies and sunflowers bloom— 
Maria's smile drifts 


              ...

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Under the cadence of footsteps on worn cobblestones,
At the café where steaming cups held time hostage,
Eyes met and lingered, a glance stretched into an eternity.
A...

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My sisters are my pride and glory/
An endless legion, woven into my story/
Our bond defies the boundaries of space/
A sacred connection no vastness can erase/
I...

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It was a balmy day in March
Twinkle lights were in the gnarled oak
Faeries probably, the cats figured it out first
Morey and Moriah, brother and sister

There...

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FYI BEFORE READ. this was made as a personal note to a stepsister i lost over time, this is more of a note then a...

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Blessed is what people call her even her children 
Is the way her loved was spread around to those less loved by others
Lifting up each...

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The words
cease to resonate,
not my voice's fault
nor the walls,
it is the absence of
my yang,

sister self;
emerging,
new world
unsheathing its 
unease:
there were two
cries of joy.

Reverberation or
affirmation,
and was there...

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