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The day is comingWhen you left me aloneI can no longer see your smileNo longer call you on the phoneI miss the way you used to laughThe long talks we had late at nightI even miss our bickering
Since the day you were born, I have loved you.
I'm a lot like Cain, That is, I don’t think about The consequences of my actions. I don't know What they’ll be Until they happen. I
i wonder when it changed.was it gradual?or faster than the blink of an eye?i remember a time when she was my friend.when she loved me.when she wanted to be with me.i didnt used to be such a burden to her.
What are your siblings like? Do they lounge in the sun writing songs and dazzling many admirers?
Sisters I have none, Brothers I have three, But they are kind of done With talking to me. Sisters he has none, Brothers he has two, We don't talk to any Out of touch are we.
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
Sister, oh sister She is gone, but oh how I miss her I never got hold her Never got to kiss her I was supposed to teach her
Take 1 Fighting, flying, fun, and frightening Home was rough, and school was nothing. Together as four was better than one. To grow up with siblings means that I've won.
Being a child is a special time One in which you look up to your guardians And think - I want to be like them - As strong as my father And as kind as my mother
I remember the screams Of my youngest sister as she tried to sleep. Whose screams Concealed hushed, conspiring whispers. I remember too the leaves that swallowed
To seal the dealOur little fingers lockTangling like the boondocksThe promise now annealed
It was cold and we usually had the same dinner for weeks on end, but the home was a lot better. My baby sister was my best friend, my other sister my second best friend. It felt like I got back part of the
We sat on a Telletubby blanket the first time I held you and you weren't bigger than a box of cereal. You grew up in front of your two big sisters faster than they were prepared for,
A poem writen by my brother and I: Brother, how you push all my buttons, But I still love you, Sister, though you tease me, I still love you, Brother, how you aggrivate, But I still love you,
Dear Siblings, You’ll never know me Not as a sister, More like a mother Amelia, when you learn to drive I’ll be 30 8 years younger than Our parents are now
Dear Sister, The first time we met You were 5 He was 7 I was 1 There were two sets of parents One for y’all One for me Full sets, 2 in each
Keith explained a little, of his time in Vietnam, he said the weather outside reminded him of it. It was gloomy outside.
Yet another birthday around the corner But this time you're 16 I've been writing you letters since you were 13 All of them hanging on the wall makes me feel like a good sister
Dear Mama, Dear Mother, Dear Giver of Life, I was your first, your experiment, and your accident. I was your trying to figure it out, your make sure we don’t screw up the baby.
If rainbows are nothing more than Assortments of water and light, Then why do we attribute So much worth and elegance to them?
when my family gets here I'm gonna call you back when my family gets here I will play with Elmo and watch frozen play hide and seek and tag down the hallway sing songs and watch their eyes
Family, family is strong. Family ties, nothing can last as long. Some might say family is in the way. But being alone is the price they pay. Love that will never go. Love that will always show.
I was the first, the first of 8 kids. I want to sell the rest off. So start sending in the bids. Of brothers, I have 4. Of sisters, only 3. But sometimes I think my mum regrets,
Bottle of sodaSits there wondering aboutWhat is going on Follows you aroundThe ever-talking shadowThat never stops Sisters that copyTrying to grow much too fastLike their role models
We all get offeneded This is due to wounds that were never fully mended There is no such place on Earth where something cannot hurt us So why do we continue to fuss My heart longs for those who are hurt
I have never been stranded on a deserted island, butI've seen others go. Many a friend has walked alongThat infamous way so broken and winding, off to distant shores.They walk, then run, then swim, to a land
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" A question frequently asked by many. Growing up I've had everything a young child could ask for. I had a stable home, a mom, a dad, and endless amounts of toys.
I never thought that I would have a friend like you You make me feel complete I’m surprised we get along Because we are so different We pick each other up
I am me and you are you. We come from the same flesh and blood but we couldn't be anymore Different. You are the bee. Always buzzing here and there, taking your orders and
I am a big sister of one younger brother, A boy who is ornery compared to no other. Little siblings we were, doing things we should not,
Since we were younger you've always loved and never had a reduced fascination with what seems to the world just a common animal,
There were candles in her eyes
“I’m so proud you’re my sister,” “because you’re so beautiful!” His compliment attacked my stomach,
Teeth gleaming, always laughing, She's the captain of numerous teams, She has a multitude of friends, Hair always in place, Mascara never running. She walks home alone.
I have a little sister. She's 4'10 and has dirty blonde hair that goes past her ears She has blue eyes that look stormy grey a lot of times.
"You did this" I think this as I try to sleep my first night at my fourth foster home that year. I am ony six years old. As that night was not cold, my heart was chilling to my soul,
Soft spoken, quiet, eagle scout, First born child, birth order pushed down. Four adopted sisters came along. I attempted to speak out, They quieted me down. Sang with them in church,
The world brought me whatever I needed, A friend, A mother, A father, A brother- Yet, it took away something valuable. Someone I loved, Someone I adored- She was my sister,
Every year two children wandered up the hill behind my house, holding hands as children do. And every year I watched them settle beneath an elm and watched as the birds flocked all around them
Do you ever feel paper thin? See-through, transparent Like everyone knows what you’re thinking Even before you’re thinking it. Do you ever feel naïve? Inexperienced, unprepared
Your pain is my pain. My pain is yours. We share that just like we share blood. Struggling to get up each morning. Praying that we make it through our day. We are our own warriors, in our own war.
There is a bright red telephone box
Miss you, bro:
They say if you drown in the oceanYou become a mermaid You always ate the end peice of the loafNow they sit molding in a basket.
For my sister Annemarie Its not that we couldn't be its not that we never have been its not that we cant see
Brother brother; fickle admirer:
Kaleigh Kelso Free Verse 5 Souls, 2 Families, 1 Heart
You see that blonde-haired boy sitting over there? Trying to concentrate on his work, Hoping its correct... He runs gracefully on the soccer field. The boy is 12 years old and in 6th grade. He doesn't care...
There were a million thousand hundred shadow birds that perched across a single tree on the far side of a silent muddled winter-freeze lake. Black feathered wings scraped across
I thought my heart was breaking, I thought the day was done I thought that time was taking too long for me Now I see Love is infinite And you just need me to be here Dry your tears, I'm here
Polar Opposites By Amanda G Blood connects me to you, and you to me. You are my dear brother, my lifelong friend. Two halves from a whole, the same age are we,
The hospital is hardly a place for a child, But I'm beguiled. She's on her way. Or will she be a he? Either way, Soon we'll have a new smile for quite awhile. The nursery gives a glimpse of what to come,
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
My friends aren't really friends, they're siblings, they quietly jump my house's fence and call me by the window, we haven't necessarily told us the world, but when we do,
Ear-piercing and uncalled for. A shriek steals me away from the night’s slumber. Brilliant are the gleaming golden rays of sun shining in from the window.