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Sisters

Updated on March 19, 2010

In innocence they twirled and twirled
their filmy summer dresses
wrapping 'round
their sturdy legs

And holding hands they laughingly
fell back upon the ground
and felt the sweep of morning air
across their faces.

And lying oh so quietly
they sang a little song,
their voices softly, sweetly
reaching to the sky

Then suddenly they'd rise and throw
their arms around each other
and whisper that
together they would stay

But winter came and with it
brought to one of them, the youngest,
such a trial she did succumb
a little while
,
Her body frozen, movement gone
as in the game of London Bridge
both lying on the ground
in breathless joy

She'd try to sing a little song
the one that in her innocence
she softly sweetly
murmured to the wind

Then somehow she would rise and throw
her arms around her sister
who would steady her
and whisper once Again

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Well, I guess that happens to all of us. I know exactly what you mean. Thanks for the insightful comment.

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      akraus 7 years ago

      I really enjoyed that! It told a story of loss of innocence to me. An innocence that had to be lost not by one's choice but because the world chose that it was time for maturity.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Wow! What a neat thing to say. Thanks.

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      Rob Welsh 7 years ago from Tomorrow - In Words & NZ Time.

      Lovely. Without the influence of a sister... we could only train frogs and snails to dance like that. Thanks for sharing.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Thanks for the comment, Dolores. I know what you mean.

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      Dolores Monet 7 years ago from East Coast, United States

      A beautiful poem. I have one sister, and another, a soul sister. Nothing like them.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Thanks, Katiem2, for the nice comments. So glad you appreciate what I'm trying to do here.

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      katiem2 7 years ago from I'm outta here

      Aw I love this, I lost my sister to a car wreck and this touched me so. Your a beautiful soul and amazing talent. I look forward to reading more. thanks and peace:)

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      You are so right about time getting away from us. Glad you enjoyed the sentiments.

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      mwatkins 7 years ago from Portland, Oregon & Vancouver BC

      How sweet of you to write about your sister! I only have a brother, but we are close in heart and separated by physical distance - he's in Oregon and I'm in Canada (right now). Thank you for sharing your thoughts! There is usually no time in our lives for 'do-overs,' so thank you for the reminder about how fast time goes by!

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      My sister is not in another country, but she might as well be. She's in another state living her own life and I hardly ever hear from her. Thanks for the comment.

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      cashmere 7 years ago from India

      This is something I miss. Why do we have to grow up and go live in different countries?!! :)

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      I know what you mean. Life goes by so fast, we hardly even realize it.

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      Audrey Kirchner 7 years ago from Central Oregon

      Beautiful - makes me wish my sister was close too! How fast it all goes by.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Yeah I know what you mean. I live in Kentucky and my sister is in California. Can't just hop on a plane every time I miss her. :=)Thanks for the comment.

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      Ivorwen 7 years ago from Hither and Yonder

      I miss my sisters. They are all far away.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      @lita: Thanks for stopping by and commenting.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      @violetsun: Sounds like your story is similar to mine. Glad you liked the poem. Thank you for the comments

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      Lita C. Malicdem 7 years ago from Philippines

      Ahh sisters, what a poem to pay them tribute with. I have 3 sisters and I miss our youth together. At past 50's we all complain about one thing in common- getting old. You've done a good hub. Thanks.

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      VioletSun 7 years ago from Oregon/ Name: Marie

      This poem touched me. Sisterhood is such an important part of my life. Never did my older sis and I envisioned that one day I would like the older sister looking out for her, guiding her, as she did when I was young.

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      Nancy Hinchliff 7 years ago from Essex Junction, Vermont

      Thanks Rose. I really appreciate you comments.

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      rosecobra 7 years ago

      I have recently reconciled with my baby sister after fifteen years, this strikes such a bitter sweet chord for me. My new favorite poem.

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      Rochelle Frank 7 years ago from California Gold Country

      Sistership is the most special of all friendships, when one hurts --so does the other, or all the others.

      This was a beautiful sentiment with evocative images. I have a feeling there is a wider story here, but the poem stands alone.