|Best Poems About / On SISTER
Entreating the Wyrd
I know not where the Fates may lead me
as I call upon the sisterly guides
I fear that they may yet deceive me
as they answer my desolate cries
'Pleadingly, I beseech you'
I cry to the starry night skies
'If my heart is to remain true
I needst know where the path ahead lies'
'Child, Child, shed you no more tears'
they sang as they gathered around
'Child, Child, set loose all of those fears
and tell us for where art thou bound'
'Sisters, Sisters, I really do fear
that I shall ever be lost
I have searched for the path for many a year
within time's maelstrom I'm tossed'
'Child, Child, our most precious one'
they sigh in a soothingly mien
'thine arduous journey has not yet begun
so thy path yet remains to be seen'
'Sisters, Sisters, please do not leave! '
I cry as their visage does fade
'If mine path is not preconceived
then why dost I feel so betrayed? '
'Child, Child, never you fear'
they smiled a most fondest adieu
'Close thine eyes and all will be clear
just follow thine heart, it shall lead you'
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Brother And Sister
"SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head."
Thus the prudent brother said.
"Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?"
Thus his sister calm replied.
"Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I'd make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth"
The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, "Only try!"
Off to the cook he quickly ran.
"Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can."
And wherefore should I lend it you?"
"The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew."
"What meat is in that stew to go?"
"My sister'll be the contents!"
"You'll lend the pan to me, Cook?"
Moral: Never stew your sister.
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A sister is.....
A sister is your guardian angel if she's older,
and your constant shadow if she's younger.
She's your best friend in all your endevours.
Your confidant, protector of your heart,
and secret keeper. A sister can also be
your enemy; your best adversary at times
She keeps all of your secrets, even the tough
ones. She's the one to tell you constantly
how pretty you are, partly because you look
similar in some ways. Your sister is the one
to call when that one boy talks to you; especially
when he decides to break your heart.
Also she's the first one vowing to beat him up
if he breaks your heart.
Your sister is your mother at a younger age
and you are hers. Not only is she your savior
shall anything happen to you, she also knows
what to do to make you feel better and wipe
away the tears. A sister is your only friend
when all others have walked out, especially
when you need a friend the most. This is
the person you shared your bedroom, and
at any time when your body changes, the one
whom you share clothes with.
She knows what makes you laugh, cry, and
most times is the one to make you laugh
and cry. She gives you a firm grasp of life
and tells you how hard love is so you don't go
in blind. She has the qualities of an angel and
will never leave your side. She's the one who
understands every personal event life throws
at you, for she lost the same loved one you did.
To me a sister is all of these qualities rolled into
two. For I am the lucky one to have two big
sisters like you.
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I wrote this poem for my older sister Wendi. I worte it this year for her for Mother's Day. I love you sis! !
As I think about it more and more each day, it comes clearer to me.
What I feel in my heart is no lie.
It is all real.
Back in the day we didn't get along that well.
Most of the time we did nothing but fight.
Day after day there were sheded tears and sometimes sheded blood.
I know that you never meant to hurt me.
I never meant to hurt you.
Everything got crazy right quick as I got in high school.
No matter what I did you were right there.
You took me in under your wing and loved me.
We had our share of pain.
I have and always will look up to you as a second mother.
I am sorry for everything that I have done that caused you pain.
Thanks for being my bestfriend.
I would never ask God for another sister.
No one can or will ever take the sister bond that we have.
Thank you for the two beautiful Angels that you brought in to this world.
I never regret God letting me be the luckiest lil sister in the world, by having you as a big sister.
You are and forever will be my hero, my sister, my bestfriend, and my mom.
I love you! ! Happy Mother's Day! !
Lovealways your lil sis,
Loretta 'Boo' (That's my sister's nickname for me. She has always called me that every since we were little.)
Loretta Doyle Smalley
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