Sisters

The selfish sister- the youngest of all, Following in shadows, terrified to fall. She put her claim on me quick! and never let go. I was always first pick to her and it showed. But then... We grew older- or rather she did, And boys became better... as little sister hid.

I wanted that friend. That bond we had known. But I couldn't compete. My sister had grown. Never again--- as close. Never again--- like when we were young.

Still thinking about it whips wind from my lung.

I love her so dearly, I miss her so much! But I see things clearly- We will stay out of touch. My sister and I had always been extremely close growing up. I remember the phase where she started like boys and wanted to talk on the phone rather than play barbies with me. It broke my heart, and so of course in best little sister style I attempted to annoy her as much as possible :).

I thought that those years were the trying years... WOW, how the scope of things changes with age.

We have both made our mistakes and have come together just to fall a bit back apart at times but one thing never changes. I love my sister more than anything. She is, and will always be the largest influence on my life and my best friend. I wrote this poem a while back while we were in the midst of a feud that was in cause by me. In placing a boyfriend before our relationship and my sister moving to California it seemed like things would never be mended. Three years later when I received news that she would be moving back I knew some personal changes needed to be made. She has been back now for about eight months and things have been better than ever. Of course that's not where the story gets to end... With recent news of my relocation to California (YA! WHERE SHE JUST CAME BACK FROM!!!) This poem still seems to ring true, but in a different light. Oh, circle of life- you're sense of humor annoys me at times.