its pretty sad when you realize that you've never even once
before attempted to write a poem for(about) your
very own sister
especially after writing ( over the years) so very many
but you must somehow know in your heart of hearts
that not to another living soul even once did I whisper
that for all our treasured sibling secrets and or scrimmages
I would take not even a proffered penny
we miserably failed as children to be close in a time when it
was thought to be a must
but now I feel empowered enough to say that to you my
dear sister/friend you and you alone I do solemnly trust
to me, you represent the youth of our mother's shadow
standing so very proud, erect and tall
yet, when I mentally stand myself next to you
my own person in quiet comparison seems limited and small
and its you, whom I always look to for good, sound
advice as well as a reliable shoulder
so consider these written words gone unsaid too long
as a hug, a kiss and a pat on the back
to a most cherished sister who is now yet again another
year older
( Happy thirty-fifth Tingy I Love you even though you
were strict with me when you used to baby sit me as a
child!)
(written Dec.28,1992 pm)