Her and I have never coexisted in the same timeline.
So why do I miss her warmth,
Her scent,
Her embrace,
Her smile?
I miss her more than words could explain.
I miss her very being,
As if we were inseparable—
Yet I've never even met her.
Not even once.
Being the first can be a lonely role.
So perhaps I yearn for her presence because, if she were here,
She would relieve me of this crown forced upon my head.
I yearn to be called her little sister,
Even if it meant she had to carry the crown
And bear the role of being The First.
I am selfish. I know.
But my yearning for an older sister's love
Is greater than my selflessness.
I would gladly settle for the middle—
The forgotten—
If it meant I no longer had to bear the crown of The First.
For once,
I want to be the comforted
And not the comforter.
But in this lifetime,
She and I will never coexist in the same timeline.
For the universe deemed she was too good for this world,
And I...
I became the rightful heir
To the crown of The First.
I have a little china clown, he sits upon a shelf.
I got it from my sister, she bought it for herself.
But she never really loved it. That was plain to see.
So she stuffed it in a paper bag and dumped the thing on me.
Once upon a time
You were here with me
We were two of us
We were side by side
Wished upon a star
I will ask God
To hold you tight,
Give you a kiss
for me, at night
Reflections
Your spirit
I can see,
you my
sister
Twin
a fictional tale, although based upon actual events
6/14/22
Oh! My brother
I’ll walk with you on this troubled road
yet hear the news with agitation
and I would say stand firm
keep hold
we will not buckle
nor will we fold
The path is long
and dusty smotes will suck
all love and care from your breast
but we’ll be firm and standing strong
we will smite the silent foe
Then gently
as a flame that flickers
in the cold and dark of night
we will see life’s new path glisten
and follow it with all our might
And on that path I’ll tread beside you
hand in hand with purpose clear
we will reach that gleaming treasure
and once again will conquer fear
My sweet baby sister (AKA the traitor)
Has radars for ears and the mind of a spy,
She eavesdrops, twists facts, and then tattletales,
And proudly serves mom an elaborate lie.
I sweet talked, I begged, I bribed then I threatened,
Locked her in the bathroom and turned off the light,
I secretly hoped that she would get better:
It got better indeed, not sis, but her spite!
She listened in to the private confession
About the boy crush that I shared with a friend,
She posted it promptly on-line, no discretion
No mercy, no sisterhood! Viral it went!
That sure was the last camel back-breaking straw!
Eavesdropped and Exposed!!!- an egregious offence!
Should be charged, prosecuted and punished by law,
With no chance of parole, appeal or defense!
December, 14, 2019
Why, doesn't the ocean sing?
Her melodious hum, calms all wind and soul.
In such nights, when you sing the world to sleep,
With the skies clear and bright,
Peace rides upon the wind.
What do you miss, dear ocean?
Is it the kiss of the silvery night queen
upon the cheek of your waves?
Why do you roar,
It's only a cloud that covers her,
She hasn't gone away.
Oh, how your panic does make me shiver!
Underneath dark angry clouds,
You scream and yell
You fight to see a glimpse of your friend?
No one but she, the moon herself,
Shall be you healing touch and soothe.
Why, doesn't the ocean sing?
Fear not, for your sisterly love
Penetrates through the thickest wall of clouds.
Sisterly Support
I was thinking of my sister she had a blue and a green
eye I adored her when a child I followed her around
“Bormann” she called me and since I was not socially
adept she promised to look after me when old.
She has been dead for forty years
All the women it was like playing poker with cards missing
Kings too posh Knight not my game, I gave up went to
another country and bought a new set of cards…and won
Her eyes are onyx but that was Ok, before her I had met
a woman who had sea green eyes and I nearly drowned in
the embrace as deceptive as the North Atlantic Ocean
I was lucky to make it ashore.
So I made it then to old age take my pills go early to bed
and say to myself: you lucky old bastard you
When I was young, I had a great disdain
for Campell's nasty soup named Alphabet.
One Saturday it was our mother's threat
we had to eat it up or home remain
and miss the matinee. How inhumane!
Mom left the room; I never will forget
the thing which I'd repeat without regret -
I took that slop and tossed it down the drain!
When Mom returned, I'd "downed" all of my soup.
Again she left; Mel went to dump HER meal
and at the sink got caught. Poor nincompoop!
She missed "Red Riding Hood" while I, the heel,
went out. Our mom was left "out of the loop."
My little sister did not even squeal!
(Some slang words here for my non-native friends:
a "nincompoop" is a foolish person,
"out of the loop" means to never be aware of something
and the last verb "squeal" means to "tell on someone"
I always tried to get away with murder when I was young
and I can't believe my sister missed the movie by not telling
on me! On the other hand, I really enjoyed "Red Riding Hood" heehee)
For Frank H's
A Childhood MEMORY Poetry Contest
I wish these tears would go away,
i wish i was not sad
But you mean the world to me your my sister, my best friend,
and your like a mum in one.
I no il see you again someday but its not fair,
you have to go away.
no matter were you are or where you go,
your always be my rain of sunshine
who always makes me glow.
A sister not a measure ment a sister is a friend.
Forever i am truely blessed, on you i can depend.
Dry your tears and wipe ya eyes. sisterly love will travel
to greet you any where, so when you see the stars tonight
remember im right there.
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