Poem: Sister

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She hated me

The way I ran happily oblivious

puppy-like boisterous

down the solemn hallway

while she was hyper-vigilant

listening for sounds of a beating.

She and my brother were referee

punching bags blocking Father’s fists

while I stayed at a distance

crying and praying,

“Please don’t let him kill Mom.”

She hated how I washed the dishes

accidentally leaving dried crumbs

she whined about the stained fork tines

“You can’t do anything right!

So I have to do Everything!”

She hated the invalid space I fulfilled

how I sneezed and breathed and sniffled.

She hated me for my existence

couldn’t stand

how different I am:

I was helpless, she was capable

I was useless, she was irreplaceable

I was a child, she was a surrogate

caretaker child, a servant-like

substitute mother.

Everyday she fed me curses.

It used to bother me

being detested and bullied

But the after effect is dualistic

internal external strength

negative positive grace.

Forgiveness is perennial

it constantly reblooms.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Jeff Cann says:

    You leave me embarrassed that I ever feel sorry for myself. You take the ugly and make it art.

    Liked by 2 people

    1. Thank you Jeff, that’s an awesome compliment. I appreciate your support!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Megala says:

    Although the elder sister has more responsibilities, the younger sister learns a lot. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. So true! I like your perspective🙂❤️!

      Liked by 1 person

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