I am twelve years older
Than my youngest sister
When she was a little girl
She followed me everywhere
Like a dog that loves its master.
She is very much like me
Wrapped in a different body
She adored
Everything I got
From the sole of my feet
To the top of my head.
She suffered in silence
My tenderhearted lash and pinch
And all the treacheries I committed
She idolized and loved me
Every single day
Till doomsday.
Sometimes I hide
Just to be by myself
Away from her
But she is like a mushroom
That sprouts
Anywhere overnight.
At the onset of her youth
She did a 180 degree turn
She hated all things
That I got
Including my brain and guts.
And now I always wish
I could turn back
The hands of time
And be with my sister
All the time.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
TWO: Thank you for sharing this family jewel. Your poem is as precious as the most expensive jewel. With melancholy you are thinking back to these days, saddest truth. Thank you for this profound poem and prolific write/A 10++++++++++for the vote.
Sister followed you everywhere with much love and affection. You always wished the best for her. A nicely penned memorable affectionate poem this is...10
Thank you, Kumarmani for your generous comments. It is an honor.
She is very much like me Wrapped in a different body She adored Everything I got From the sole of my feet To the top of my head..... excellently done, thanks for sharing the poem with us
Lovely piece......wonderful to read.....thank u, dear poetess......anjandev roy.
Honest words. Life is weird. What we lost in relationships is often very difficult to retrieve. Liked your good mind good thoughts, a bit confessing though. Good poem Rose Marie 10+
Sometimes I hide/Just to be by myself/Away from her/But she is like a mushroom/That sprouts/Anywhere overnight.....this tender expression touches my heart! A great write!
Sometimes I hide Just to be by myself Away from her//// this is the introductory of great kindness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ONE: A loveliest poem about your sisters, especially about your youngest sister. It's oft like that when teenage time comes, a radical change takes place. IF I may say the grow hormones are starting to work hardest. A most valuable poem for the family archives to read time and again, Mrs. Juan-Austin.