I’ve been missing my sisters quite a bit lately, and I’ve been wanting to post a little more of the poetry that I wrote for creative writing last semester, so here goes nothing! Enjoy.
Middle sister
Hand-me-down clothes
and hand-me-down expectations
later handed down again
act your age
and
watch your sisters
and
be a role-model
no longer the baby
but not quite older
somewhere in the middle
middle sister
sometimes forgotten
yet always
surrounded by love
built-in support
and
best friends
and
sisters
the proud look of the older
the gleaming admiration of the younger
they will dry your tears
and coax your laughter
they are the mirrors
the keepers
the protectors
of my soul
middle sister
never alone
and always loved
I want to give a little back story, because I thought it was pretty funny, actually. I started this poem, and it was, to be completely honest, really emo. I thought I wanted something sad and deep, and that that was the only way to write poetry that’s worthwhile. As I started writing, though, I found that making this such a sad poem wasn’t true to my experience at all. Sure, I rag on being the middle child, but that’s who I am, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. My sisters are my best friends, so I couldn’t have a poem about them without including my deep, deep love for them.
Stay tuned for more updates,
xoxo, second sister suzie
Absolutely love it! 🙂 ❤
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