Siblings
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Nine days back turned I 28
Today you went away
Though rarely you made your presence
Which felt so strange and out of place
And it's Corona and no friends to pay
the last to you of farewells
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
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,
“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.
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
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.
