My Sister Poems - Poems about My Sister

Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections. Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions. He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna. For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour. Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale; For he had...

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Mystic 2025 Poem Lionel Derbyshire. The day before on the night.. We packed for Mystic July 2025 We told each another on the phone.. Of what we going to do We going to brouhaha and hoopla hoo-hah The trip to Mystic we had in awe Come we go.. We going to quarell and inspire And we wil reasure.. Our excited smiley faces raptured.. For the freedom We to...

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both of them knew their sister was dying neither of them called or contacted her holding a grudge while she was dying? their own sister? what kind of women are these? the selfish kind...

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She walked towards me, I never had a sister by blood. Maybe that was about to change. Blood was all over her as she walked towards me. It seemed like I already knew her. She is from another time, I must have met her somewhere. Familiarity permeated my mind. Blood was all over her, still I wasn’t the least bit fearful. In this moment I’m...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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I carry you with me Everywhere that I go. In my eyes, In my smile, In the way I walk, How I talk, Even how I act and dress. I am something of you merged, Bits of what you were, Pieces of what you are, Snippets of what ..you could have been, And as I continue, I will become something of you never seen. I carry...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics) Well, it's so long since I saw you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, you can't see it in my eyes. Now I want better correspondence, I am not so hard to find. And I promise you I'll make it worth your while. Will I meet you there in...

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My mind is a raging storm Of never ending thoughts And constant 'what if's That chase away dreams And plague the mind. Not a day goes by That you are never there, You've come to occupy the space As though it were your own. And through every tear, Heartache and moment of pain, Just know the day I reach Heaven If I am so allowed, You...

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Time's little sister She is so very young time has been around for eons, his beginning forgotten in the haze of no time Yet, she was there to remember when time was kind when roses grew, when people fell in love Children's happy voices, the birth of nations and the end of horrid regimes Time is a brute, takes no interest...

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You died today, three years ago. Which is when I wrote down this date with a brief note. Katrina died. Yeah, that was all I could fit inside, on the month and date in this small box with a space below your exit time. So it’s there. Centered, where I scribbled down inside, an...

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1091 days. I remember having covid lying lifeless on my couch. There was no recent thought of you, as your presence within my life, I had already been without. I was in so much physical pain. I had no idea that spiritual pain could cancel that out, breaking, and weakening every connection from me...

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Please play a song for me Jan, in flashback A song that brings lovely memories back I well remember days from long ago How we adored our musical maestro. We'd stand round the piano as you played Mesmerised by the sounds your fingers made And here you are many decades gone by Tickling the ivories, and still we sigh....

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Each night after the evening meal there was never a discussion as to who would wash the dishes and who would do the drying up. My mother was the washer, my sister and I did the drying up. Hot steam would rise from the sink before plates were plunged deep in foam and scrubbed with a brush - we would wait, tea towel in...

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I gave Him all thanks when she was born, my sweet event, my newborn, babe sis. ...

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Dedicated to my dearest youngest sister, Happy Birthday Lucy (May 31) Age of novice years, a glow of purity along with a smile of innocence, born with a tiny frame yet exuded an ultimate presence. A light like no other, tremendous capability, but how so? In a sky of darkness, you are a tiny dot of bright light surrounded by ones of a larger proportion that casts a shadow...

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