“so what was
it like
to grow up
with sisters?”
asks my
little boy
the one and
the only
“sisters!” I
exclaim
trying to
sum it up
where does
one start?
can one even
describe?
“did they
drive you nuts?”
asks the
cheeky one
impatient
for answers
needing
black and white
“yeah they
sure did”
I join his
joyous laugh
“though I
drove them nuttier!
I am sure I
must have!”
he wanders
away sated
back to his
compact world
of cuddles
unrivalled
and
attention absolute
I am left
alone
to ponder
the murky depths
of
siblinghood divine
the
membership for life
the duels
and the spats
‘you were
adopted’ stories
shared
bedrooms and lives
and the
‘just being there’ times
how do you
summarise
a caring so
deep
we hardly
ever show
and never
express in words?
with a sigh
I give up
with no
answer defined
just
knowing that with sisters
life hurts a
bit less
picture drawn with MS paint
That Picture.. >3
ReplyDeleteAnd ur poem is beautiful..!
Thanks Rain Girl! :)
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asks my little boy
the one and the only /
Goodness me, Malee,
isn't it clear as an "අතැඹුලක් සේ"
What he really wants is not a long winded speech,
From you about sisters,
But,
A real live sister of course,
So stop this dilly dallying at once
And get on with fulfilling his wish.
he he.. good point! :)
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