Julie Park

Rookie (09-07-69 / Akron, Ohio)

The First Thing - Poem by Julie Park

The First Thing
Time has seemingly stopped, for me.
I want to be your little sister, forever.
I want to follow you around, doing everything that you do.
You’re so beautiful; you’re so fabulous; you’re so familiar.
“Plecase, hold! ” You’ll say; when I’m speaking too fast.
Or, just “Wave at me when you come back”.
I’ll say “Jump in and hang on” and he will say:
“And that’s what she has to say about that! ”
To be continued; with each new sun and moon…
We even sing and dance at the grocery store!
You did it all for the cookie. Is that Limp Bizquit?
Well, that’s just a part of one of our adventures.
From where did you gather your strong voice of reason?
I think of you with every thought that I have.
I call you Galinda the Good One, because you’re so good.
I call you “Molly Hot TaMolly Lou Who” when you’re bad!
By bad, I mean to say, someone to reckon with.
For once no one will take advantage of me.
I’ve got a big sister that will protect me from evil, now.
Without her in this world, there’s no need for a We.
We are really family…that is true.
I’ve got you, my sister Shawn and me.
You even come with a brother-in-law for me, too.
And a niece and nephew for my family tree.
“Lend me your heart” or “Give to me your love”
We’ve laughed as we’ve recited poetry out loud.
You always gently tell me to stare at the back of your head.
This is how you keep me calm in a much too big crowd.
Do your toes curl like mine? Does your back curve like this?
I’ve got a million and one questions for you.
Have you ever thought this? Have you ever done that?
What is it, exactly, that you, for fun, love to do?
Time holds the answers to all of my questions
Far too many seasons have long passed.
Forever, you’ll be Thing1 and I’ll be Thing2, now.
And that’s what I have to say about that.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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