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sena 15h
through my eyes;
they were a child,
holding the weight of our home
in their small hands
shouldering burdens,
and caring for childeren
not their own
through my eyes;
i recall times
when their anger burned as a fire,
but as i grow
i recognize the underlying frustration and hurt;
of a heart quietly aching

in the eyes of the world they are just my sister
and though that fact may be right
through my eyes;
they are much more than that

they were the soft whisper
that silenced my tears
cradling my heart with gentleness
when the adults only knew how to raise their voice
like a tree that bends without breaking
they've held me since i was a seed
they were the hands that rocked me to sleep
even when the world outside our home,
forgot how to hold me

whatever house we lived in, they made it a home
whatever new school we went to,
they always asked if i liked it, or how my day went
i could look into the crowd during my games;
and always count on at least one person being there.
them

in the calm warmth of their love
i've learned what it means to be truly seen
forever in debt
and forever grateful
for the sister whose love and care are given freely
showing up not out of obligation
but out of love
this poem is about my oldest sister abby, growing up they were more of a mom then our biological mother, they've been there for me through my hardest trials and continues to show up for me even after they've grown up and have an adult life
Christy Feb 8
Sat in my Mother’s Cadillac
Heated seat warm
Just finished my prayers
Watching the entrance door
I have a sister

Trying to still my rapid heart
And fight back building tears
Waiting for this moment
For more than a year
I have a sister

When I read the obituary
Of our estranged father
Survived by a daughter
Stopped me at my core
I have a sister

I wonder if you are sitting
Anxious in your car  
Starring at the door
Gathering courage
To meet your sister.
Vesper Nov 2024
i wish i was an only child
but sometimes i dont
my sister
she shares
she loves
she laughs
but all i respond with is a hit
a yell
a scream
all i am is mean
and sometimes i wish
she was an only child
love your siblings
Mercedes Oct 2024
Eleven year difference
What does that mean?
It means she is a toddler
And I am a teen
But our relationship is still so bitter sweet

I despised my little sister
Her mother I wasn’t impressed
Perhaps we shared a parent
But still I saw her different
Her mother she expressed

Two years it took
Finally, I opened my arms
She is not her mother
She actually has a heart
And I began to see God’s work of art

I sit here beside my sister
Four years have gone by
She represents a piece of me
A piece of my family
Her mother she never was
Geof Spavins Aug 2024
The badger was digging all out,
In search of some grubs, no doubt.
With dirt flying high,
He let out a sigh,
And left quite a mess all about!
My sister has a problem with badgers invading her garden - so much so she has given up the struggle to keep them out - this was written for her amusement.
Cné Aug 2024
Grief's heavy mist descends upon my soul
A sorrow so profound, it takes its toll
Like autumn leaves, joy withers away
Leaving emptiness, night's dark gray

Pain's sharp edges cut through every breath
A constant ache, a hollowed depth
Longing to turn back time's relentless hand
To hold what's lost, in a fading land

Tears fall like rain, a deluge of pain
As memories haunt, like a refrain
Echoes of laughter, now taunt my mind
A bittersweet reminder, forever left behind

In this dark valley, I search for a way
To navigate the shadows, night and day
To find solace, a respite from the pain
And learn to live with the ache, again and again

Grief's journey is long, winding, and slow
But even in darkness, seeds of hope grow.
My sister passed away. I’m incredibly sad.
WISNU WIJAYA Aug 2024
Beautiful impressions as it seemed
Become a sister in your dreams
But she's just crook who just caught

Mother gave it her all
She wanted everything all
No wonder why I left

Now she sit on her throne
On my brother's backbone
Praying for It's greed

That all familiar evil act
Will stab people at the back
Break all soul, it's time to go
This is barely my sister in law
Bekah Halle Aug 2024
The first one whom we compare,
That can drive apart the bond we despair
Until we admit we truly care
We’re as separate as the endless stare:
At her hair, height, weight and flare,
Compassion frees us, so we can truly share
The life we’re born to live, she with me, here.
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
Trust might be the hardest thing ever to recover
Whether mother, father, sister, brother
Grandfather, grandmother or casual lover
The lies and deception can take a lifetime to uncover
Other times it can be right there, in your face, front and center
Something you'll regret to ignore
And these actions hardly ever, mostly never, affect the perpetrator
But they literally **** off an innocence and should be charged with ******
Instead they get to go live a good life type of forever
While I get blamed for trust issues that I have no control over

©2024
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