For My Sister Poem by chris schwartz

You commonly fail to remember
The Sins of your past,
You dump them on "God"
While those of us
Who were victors
Remind us that people like you
Still exist.
Reaching out to you
After thirty years,
Reminded me
Of why I never did.
Shallow you are,
Like a soft stone
Imbedded in a creek
Made of plastic.
You never let the water shine
You never let yourself
Grow.
I don't believe now,
That you ever had it in you,
Though you still display the pictures
Of one who did.
Do you crave to be like him?
Or do you hide from him?
The answers will come
For you in time.
I still put flowers
On Dad's grave every year,
Even though,
He admired us all.
I recognize him,
Because he did not fail me.
And I cry, sometimes,
Because there are no flowers
Left from you.
And because,
I am the bad one.