Robert Rorabeck

Bronze Star - 2,025 Points (04/10/1978 / Berrien Springs)

Not As Big As My Sister's - Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Days lounging in bliss and are afraid of new shadows,
And it went down like this:
I armed wrestled with her today, and told her she was very
Beautiful:
She pretended not to believe me; and my sister bought
A house to in Phoenix, Arizona: A house much bigger than mine,
But much further away from the sea as well,
And she didn’t pay cash, but she will have plenty in time:
While I have been alone for seven years: I told Alma it was only
Six years, and she still couldn’t believe me:
And I want her to cashier for me in Moriarty New Mexico, when we
Go there to sell fireworks, for I have never seen hair as dark and
Red as hers, and I am not afraid to tell her how beautiful she is,
And I think that she likes to hear it and rather believes what
I have to tell her; and I already have a house for her,
Just like the Alamo, so sweet near the indentations of its Spanish
Rivers- and just down river from the Norton Art Gallery,
And it is mine, and maybe Alma’s too, even if it is not as big
As my sister’s.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010



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