Poems for and About Sisters Seeking Friendly Advice
#sister
Love Will Never Die
On the night my mom passed I had a dream. In my dream was this beautiful angel with large pink wings. The angel smiled and said to me, " dry your eyes child, your mom is tired and ready to go home." NO , I screamed, this is her home!
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
#brother
#father
#mother
#separation
#sister
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that 2nd step...
7 of 30
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
#strength
#sister
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
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The Sisters Alvarado
I’m down memory memory lane…
That path is full of dead ends
& painful scars
that time can’t heal!
The sisters I thought I’d always have
but lost to life!
They’re in so many songs
that make me cry!!!
They are gone
with no future memories
to come!!!
The end happened years ago
but I can’t let go!
I have few people I truly loved
and my sisters are the only reason
I fought to survive…
Now I go on without them…
The common problem that united us
became the person that separates us…
It hurts to...
That path is full of dead ends
& painful scars
that time can’t heal!
The sisters I thought I’d always have
but lost to life!
They’re in so many songs
that make me cry!!!
They are gone
with no future memories
to come!!!
The end happened years ago
but I can’t let go!
I have few people I truly loved
and my sisters are the only reason
I fought to survive…
Now I go on without them…
The common problem that united us
became the person that separates us…
It hurts to...
#love
#sister
#IMissYou #hurt
#IMissYou #hurt
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profundity of kitty litter
one of the most profound things she ever said in my presence
had nothing (& everything) to do with life
my little sister is a wealth of unexpected knowledge
but this statement has always stuck in my mind
we were sharing a house at the time
splitting household chores & expenses
among them...4 cats between us
she came home one day with a new kind of kitty litter
scoopable...which wasn't a thing until then
I watched as she filled the box
then frowned when she pulled out a soup ladle
placing it neatly in a jar beside the pan ...
had nothing (& everything) to do with life
my little sister is a wealth of unexpected knowledge
but this statement has always stuck in my mind
we were sharing a house at the time
splitting household chores & expenses
among them...4 cats between us
she came home one day with a new kind of kitty litter
scoopable...which wasn't a thing until then
I watched as she filled the box
then frowned when she pulled out a soup ladle
placing it neatly in a jar beside the pan ...
#sister
#memories
#learning
#wisdom
#PersonalGrowth
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The Hug
It was her wedding day,
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#sister
#WritingPoetry
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cradling the aftermath
two came feverishly together
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
#sister
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
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The 46
Siblings on the bus, a lively scene
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
#brother
#sister
#family #Britain
#family #Britain
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and he better not duck...
she only writes when emotions run high
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
#sadness
#sister
#breakup
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
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Sister & Me
Sister & Me
Crimson tressed child
Of the copper lamplight
trades first communion lily gown
For blue nurse evening shawl
With Red Cross and
Toy stethoscope
To hear the Jazz rhythm
Of my heart
But phonograph of Brubeck
Plays our song
For our pretend Union
On altar of girlhood tears
That bears the loneliness
I too feel
While lost in boyhood dreams
Of seagulls chasing the night away
On neighborhood stoops
Where Django strums from guitars
As dawn comes with slow insistence ...
Crimson tressed child
Of the copper lamplight
trades first communion lily gown
For blue nurse evening shawl
With Red Cross and
Toy stethoscope
To hear the Jazz rhythm
Of my heart
But phonograph of Brubeck
Plays our song
For our pretend Union
On altar of girlhood tears
That bears the loneliness
I too feel
While lost in boyhood dreams
Of seagulls chasing the night away
On neighborhood stoops
Where Django strums from guitars
As dawn comes with slow insistence ...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#city
#memories
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Sister
How is this my fault, I don't recall taking the blame for you
Hey little sister, why don't you think about what you do
-Before you hurt someone who cares for you
Think about what you do
Before your selfishness conquers you
Think about what you do
Don't make excuses for yourself, it doesn't really seem to help
Just think about what you do- (Chorus1)
We all see the way you manipulate all those around you
Hey little sister, why don't you think about what you do
You're out of control, with the drugs and alcohol you consume
Hey...
Hey little sister, why don't you think about what you do
-Before you hurt someone who cares for you
Think about what you do
Before your selfishness conquers you
Think about what you do
Don't make excuses for yourself, it doesn't really seem to help
Just think about what you do- (Chorus1)
We all see the way you manipulate all those around you
Hey little sister, why don't you think about what you do
You're out of control, with the drugs and alcohol you consume
Hey...
#sister
#LifeStruggles
#alcohol
#drugs
#lyrics
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my auntie
My Auntie
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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the mouse
The mouse
My wife was opening the door to the verandah
when she spotted a mouse and fled to the kitchen
and shouted, “Kill it, kill it!”
I picked up the small animal hiding under a dry leaf
that had yet to be blown away, careful not to be bitten
soon the mouse relaxed in the palm of my hand.
I marvelled about this tiny thing; how did it get on
the seventh floor must have been climbing up at night
got lost or tired and rested on our terrace
There was no way I was going to kill it if there had
been hundreds of them on the terrace, I...
My wife was opening the door to the verandah
when she spotted a mouse and fled to the kitchen
and shouted, “Kill it, kill it!”
I picked up the small animal hiding under a dry leaf
that had yet to be blown away, careful not to be bitten
soon the mouse relaxed in the palm of my hand.
I marvelled about this tiny thing; how did it get on
the seventh floor must have been climbing up at night
got lost or tired and rested on our terrace
There was no way I was going to kill it if there had
been hundreds of them on the terrace, I...
#mother
#brother
#sister
#memories
#separation
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