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Always and Forever My Sister

Updated on July 14, 2011
The girls when we lived in Big Bear.
The girls when we lived in Big Bear.
Outside the neighborhood grocery store.
Outside the neighborhood grocery store.
Goofing around.
Goofing around.
The youngest.
The youngest.
The youngest, again.
The youngest, again.
Big sis.
Big sis.

You came along when I was just two, my very own Cabbage Patch doll,

but I had to wait to be a big sis, ‘cause you were so little and small.

We were such opposites I was the boss, had to have things just so,

you were so free not a care in the world, always ready to go.

I always matched you wore paisley with plaid, your socks were two different colors,

I finally gave up you weren’t listening at all; I’d have had better luck with our brothers.

As we got bigger I wanted my space, but I just couldn’t make you see,

I no longer needed my older sister, to constantly watch over me.

Like cats and dogs we often fought, wanting Mom to referee,

But she never took sides; she wanted instead to teach us loyalty.

Mom said, “Friends come and go but you’ll always be sisters, listen to what I say,

there’ll come a time when you’ll need your sister, to help you along the way.”

Then for a time we went different ways, not heeding what Mom had said,

each of us thinking that we were right, each wishing the other were dead.

As fate would have it we wound up together, in the same house again,

we soon rediscovered each other anew, disagreeing only now and then.

Now we are older and spend time together, laughing and getting along,

it’s hard to imagine there was ever a time, we did not want to belong.

Our lives will take us on different paths, displaying how each of us differs,

but one thing we know that will never change, we will always, forever be sisters.


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      Sylvia Van Peebles 6 years ago from Southern California

      Thanks! I wasn't sure at first how I was going to make them both speak in the same poem but I think this works. I have only one brother and there is a huge gap between us age wise. I guess you could say we're closer now. Glad to know you have that bond with yours.

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      writeronline 6 years ago

      More powerful emotional stuff from you, Sylvia. Very clever construction too. (imho)

      I’ve got two sisters and a brother, we’ve come and gone in and out of each others’ lives, for most of our adult lives. I miss them all since moving away from my home country 10 years ago; but if I were to go back, I know it’d be as though we’d never been apart. That familial/sibling bond is something that can’t be broken; I think limitless flexibility is part of its construction.

      That, and love, of course. :)