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i wrote a poem about home, and about my sister. our theme is home in my class. it was hard to write, and i have to work out a lot of little things on it, but as i was writing it i cried. i dont know why. ive never been moved to tears when writing something, but it was a powerful experience. im debating whether i want to give it to my sister as part of her graduation present. I know i will be writing others about her and i. well anyway, here it is:
The white Cape with screened-in porch,
this is where we were born.
The walls held your cradle as it rocked,
and I peered over its edge to swallow your image
witness my other half, my own skin.
And I smiled, my sister.
A two car garage held tricycles and sandbox shovels
infused with the scent of gasoline and basement-dust
rusting with age as we grew.
Toddler giggles turning to laughter that
stuck missing-toothed smiles to our faces,
and we would grab hands in the meadow by the creek.
And I smiled, my sister.
The yard’s grass would tickle our dirt-scraped knees,
and mother would place upon our heads
crowns of daisies, and together,
we were queens of the backyard forest,
the grass, sticks, rocks in admiration of us,
steady in their place for our laughter to echo off.
And I smiled, my sister.
The crisp linen curtains held scents of summer
in the depths of winter, and the woodstove
brought the familiar smell of wooded flames
in the gusts of summer’s heat.
And springtime would float through windows,
while autumn creaked through wooden door frames,
And I smiled, my sister.
Those walls fell down with the years,
they fell around us.
And we cried, my sister, we grew in our skin,
but we cried with the walls’ disappearing
with the years behind us,
and the future of the walls now before us.
And now hangs, against a new, pink backdrop,
a single picture, capturing a moment
where our hands are clasped in innocence,
and through our fingers, entwined, weaved throughout years
is a white Cape, screened-in porch,
and linen curtains crisp with summer,
and tricycle tires gripped with sand,
shovels lined with basement dust,
and drooped petals leftover from daisy crowns.
and two queens of a backyard.
Still we are.
And I smile, my sister.
on a side-note, today was amazing because it was warm, & there was a thunderstorm, & i realized how much i enjoy the feeling of the weather changing. and overall, life's been good :)
The white Cape with screened-in porch,
this is where we were born.
The walls held your cradle as it rocked,
and I peered over its edge to swallow your image
witness my other half, my own skin.
And I smiled, my sister.
A two car garage held tricycles and sandbox shovels
infused with the scent of gasoline and basement-dust
rusting with age as we grew.
Toddler giggles turning to laughter that
stuck missing-toothed smiles to our faces,
and we would grab hands in the meadow by the creek.
And I smiled, my sister.
The yard’s grass would tickle our dirt-scraped knees,
and mother would place upon our heads
crowns of daisies, and together,
we were queens of the backyard forest,
the grass, sticks, rocks in admiration of us,
steady in their place for our laughter to echo off.
And I smiled, my sister.
The crisp linen curtains held scents of summer
in the depths of winter, and the woodstove
brought the familiar smell of wooded flames
in the gusts of summer’s heat.
And springtime would float through windows,
while autumn creaked through wooden door frames,
And I smiled, my sister.
Those walls fell down with the years,
they fell around us.
And we cried, my sister, we grew in our skin,
but we cried with the walls’ disappearing
with the years behind us,
and the future of the walls now before us.
And now hangs, against a new, pink backdrop,
a single picture, capturing a moment
where our hands are clasped in innocence,
and through our fingers, entwined, weaved throughout years
is a white Cape, screened-in porch,
and linen curtains crisp with summer,
and tricycle tires gripped with sand,
shovels lined with basement dust,
and drooped petals leftover from daisy crowns.
and two queens of a backyard.
Still we are.
And I smile, my sister.
on a side-note, today was amazing because it was warm, & there was a thunderstorm, & i realized how much i enjoy the feeling of the weather changing. and overall, life's been good :)