To my 8 year old sister...
You are the kitten and the string,
the dancer and the stage.
You are the soccer ball
and the luminous green fields.
You are the carnival,
and the warmth of the summer night.
However, you are not the unpolished diamond,
the dancer and the stage.
You are the soccer ball
and the luminous green fields.
You are the carnival,
and the warmth of the summer night.
However, you are not the unpolished diamond,
the wilting garden,
or the cold winter breeze.
And you are certainly not the butterfly in the meadow.
There is just no way that you are the butterfly in the meadow.
It is possible that you are the roller coaster ride,
maybe even the playground slide,
but you are not even close
to being the big tire swing.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the puppy
nor the squeaky toy.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the galloping horse in the flower filled meadow.
I also happen to be the moonlight at midnight,
the damp spring morning
and the midday heat.
I am also the volleyball
or the cold winter breeze.
And you are certainly not the butterfly in the meadow.
There is just no way that you are the butterfly in the meadow.
It is possible that you are the roller coaster ride,
maybe even the playground slide,
but you are not even close
to being the big tire swing.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the puppy
nor the squeaky toy.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the galloping horse in the flower filled meadow.
I also happen to be the moonlight at midnight,
the damp spring morning
and the midday heat.
I am also the volleyball
and the beach.
But don't worry, I'm not the kitten and the string.
You are still the kitten and the string.
You will always be the kitten and the string,
not to mention the dancer and--somehow--the stage.
But don't worry, I'm not the kitten and the string.
You are still the kitten and the string.
You will always be the kitten and the string,
not to mention the dancer and--somehow--the stage.
Very cute! From your words it sounds like your eight year old sister has played a big part in your life and that you have a wonderful relationship with her. Also from your words, like soccer ball, kitten, and playground it sounds like your sister is very charming and playful. I like the way you describe yourself in the poem. It gives a feeling to the reader that you are the more mature one by referring to more adult things like horses and the night.
ReplyDeleteLove this! I have a younger sibling around her age and it's just so amazing to watch them grow and cherish all the things they do that make us smile. I think it's great you have this relationship with her! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! There's a certain respect found here. Despite the tendency for younger siblings to occasionally annoy us, they are not puppies or squeaky toys. I'm so curious about the distinctions you make between a roller coaster ride, a playground slide, and a big tire swing. I'd love know what each of those "rides" connotes for you, as it relates to your sister.
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