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Sister
I remember open roads with trees dripping fruits.
You saw broken homes with lives poisoned at the roots.
I remember playing in the woods and ruling the land.
You saw me running and hiding from an abusive hand.
I remember my friends, the flowers and the bees.
You saw the other children beat me to my knees.
I remember veggie soup and buttered toast.
You saw it was the simple food I love the most.
I remember visits with daddy, when we'd laugh and play.
You saw saw the desire, and that he could never stay.
I remember asking for one more story every night.
You saw the fear of the nightmares I would fight.
I remember how you would always play with me.
You saw a drunken mother, and couldn't let me see.
I remember how you were always there.
You saw how much I needed your care.
You saw broken homes with lives poisoned at the roots.
I remember playing in the woods and ruling the land.
You saw me running and hiding from an abusive hand.
I remember my friends, the flowers and the bees.
You saw the other children beat me to my knees.
I remember veggie soup and buttered toast.
You saw it was the simple food I love the most.
I remember visits with daddy, when we'd laugh and play.
You saw saw the desire, and that he could never stay.
I remember asking for one more story every night.
You saw the fear of the nightmares I would fight.
I remember how you would always play with me.
You saw a drunken mother, and couldn't let me see.
I remember how you were always there.
You saw how much I needed your care.
Published 27th Oct 2014
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27th Oct 2014 4:59pm
27th Oct 2014 5:25pm
My sister raised up until I was about 7 and a half, I know she saw everything at a darker angle and that she tried to make things simple and enjoyable even in our broken home
Anonymous
27th Oct 2014 5:41pm
Amazing - strong write, and an interesting contrast in perspectives. Hats off, well done indeed.
27th Oct 2014 5:42pm
Anonymous
28th Oct 2014 12:47pm
"You saw broken homes with lives poisoned at the roots."
This was my favorite line!
There's somebody out there who can identify with at least one of the aspects in your work here. If there's someone who can't, that person should count his/her blessings!
This was my favorite line!
There's somebody out there who can identify with at least one of the aspects in your work here. If there's someone who can't, that person should count his/her blessings!
28th Oct 2014 3:31pm
28th Oct 2014 10:45pm
