born of the same mother
six years apart.
one older, one younger,
i in the middle
not knowing what's deep
in each other's heart.
we shared a childhood.
we weren't very close.
there was a bit of
sibling rivalry i suppose.
when the elder was
fully dressed for a date
the rules were set
don't even think of
being late.
i admired her outfit and
the rosiness of her cheeks.
as soon as the auto would
carry her off
to her closet i would go
for dress-up of course.
the youngest would be all
snuggled in her bed.
with innocent dreams
dancing in her head.
as years passed by
life pulled us
further apart
out of fear of
knowing what's
deep in each other's
heart.
Its only since we got past 40 that I really got to know one beother and my sister. The other brother seems to want to cut himself off from us (second child syndrome) I'm the oldest BTW. This one hit the mark again Linda
I commented on this poem in the wrong place... in Zest is the best. Sorry. However, I repeat-you've expressed the lack of feeling between siblings very well, as I have four 'Blood Sisters'...all uncaring. So very sad.
Though there's this idiom 'Blood is thicker than water', i guess it doesnt apply here, eh ?~ Quite a sad turn of events, Linda...but in any case, i wish u well and fine in all your family matters. :)