My Sister Poems - Poems about My Sister

A few feet away, daisies and sunflowers bloom— Maria's smile drifts I see her walking ...

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I am excited. A piece of candy. Fell on the floor. That has swirls. But there is another piece. In the bag. Delicious. The pizza guy is coming. I thought I hated him. But there is something about opening a door. To someone. But there is something about closing a door. To stop the rain from...

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Although my sister and I are not related by blood, we are as close as any two humans can get outside the bond of marriage. It started when at the age of six, my own mother placed me with this family to take care of while she worked. At the age of thirteen it physically...

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I’ve behaved poorly every winter I can remember, my awfulness in each separated only by degrees, secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners of rooms I wouldn’t stay in. Hiding was easier. I stuffed myself in the closet of our pit-city apartment— walls infested with neighbors tiptoeing through roach powder caked like salt-circle prayers— my sister above me, her small...

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My sister and cancer   Maybe it was in 1946 when the winter was very hard the big lake outside town froze solid my brother had given me an old pair of skates something with leather binning, I think I could get them on A young girl came; she was sweet and kind helped to fasten the leather straps  I asked my brother who she...

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I had never seen a more sensual witch and I have been around covens since I was a babe so it is not that I have no exposure the energy of the room heightened upon her arrival I immediately looked up from my tarot cards recognizing a kindred force she was magnificent the quintessential sexy witch with ginger hair and amber eyes I need...

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saw you tonight with a black and blue eye and I felt like a coward not hitting your guy you suffer abuse while all I gots a clue of what it can do to you and what it feels like to be alone with nobody to help their only voices trying to tell you their good advice like they good at...

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For my sister Across the seas where sun meets sky, My thoughts of you go flying high, In foreign lands where dreams reside, My little sister, with love and pride. I miss your laughter, bright and clear, The way you bring the world so near, Your gentle heart, your spirit free, In every thought, you’re here with me. New adventures call your name, In...

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My sister wife is An angel; she's supermom And helpmate in faith....

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My sister and I are as different As spinach and blueberry pie, Yet together we laugh, Which reduces, by half, All the ways our distinctions apply. Even now, in New York for a visit, Where the weather is brutally hot, She, a Florida gal From a schvitzy* locale, Will insist that, to her, it is not. Still, our blood and our family connect us, Plus our...

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My sister is a fussbudget I am shocked. Why do you call her that? I ask. She worries about everything. She is fussy about everything. Like what? I asked. She fusses over recipes, they have to be put in an order. What kind of order? She has them color coded and alphabetized. Which one? Both. She fusses over a piece of lint on your shirt. She can...

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"Of two sisters, I was the follower and she was the adventurer." Quote...

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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...

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my sister and I used to sit on granddaddy’s fence staring out into a field of verdant soybeans whispering and giggling incessantly I remember the way she made me feel...

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Reminds me time and time again, Reading the bible daily is the way to begin. Put a bible in her hand, God’s Word at her command. A disciple in the making All of my classes she is taking. Text me daily her new truths realized, Facts that she has learned and applied. Her daily reaching out to me, Is more precious than pearls in...

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