An opponent, a teammate, a fan in the stands.
As time presses on, those loathsome grains of sand.
Like looking in a personality mirror, I reflect you, you reflect me.
It's as if we take turns, one like the blossom, all attractive and bright-
The other, wise and nourishing as the leaf, carrying liquid in its veins, -
A vessel whose purpose it is to supply life to the glorious petals.
I've given you my trust; you've lent me yours.
I've vilified you; I've placed you on a pedestal.
I've seen with my eyes, deep sorrow in yours.
I've ached for your pain-
And cursed with deep conviction at the tragedy you were forced to know.
You've listened to me spew disgust at the world-
Disappointment in myself and in lovers.
You watched me relive the painful past-
Without judgment, interruption or sigh.
You love me. I love you. Since the day we met, I knew this.
Giggles to battles. Love to hate and to love once more.
A yielding to what time has revealed,-
Like the new, black pavement turned gray-
We have become what we were meant to be...
Sisters.
Without conditions, barriers or bars.
I don't think twice
About all I am blessed with,
About who determined this.
I know you were ordained by God-
To be to me the greatest of gifts.
The Gift Of Sisters
My sister has been very ill and her birthday is this month and I wanted to give her something special I decided to make a collage and this poem will be included. This poem speaks to me of...
Kings
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006 with permission of the Author.
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