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My Number One Sister
Contributed by
xXcrossedXx
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Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 09:28:08 PM in AEST
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I was the youngest and she, the oldest
About four years apart we were.
And as weird as it sounds
I always wanted to grow up, to be like her.
She was my big sister,
Loyal, caring, fun and smart.
She was my role model,
A teacher, a protector, in my life: my favorite part.
We'd play outside, the two of us
Tag or hide and seek
She'd always come and tickle me
If I ever tried to peak.
Our favorite game though was Number One
A game that was a race
I was rarely ever the winner though
For my sister always recieved first place.
But all of that changed one day
When she asked me if I wanted to play
And as always I said yes
And we played our favorite game
but this time I had won!
She told me then, that if i made a wish,
It would come true, i went to tell her what it was
but she hushed me and said,
"it's just between God and you"
The next day
I ran up to her door
To ask if she could play
Then she slammed it in my face
And yelled "go away!"
I really didn't get it why would she act so strange?
It's not like her, to play these kind of games.
And with this thought of puzzlement, I went back to my room
It is then that I heard the loud boom.
I ran back to my sister
And burst right through the door
And to my amazment I saw
Her, bleeding on the floor.
Through her neck was a hole
And in her hand lay a gun
All my thoughts ordered me to run
Yet I sat there wondering.
Is this why you said you couldn't play?
Is this why the foor slammed in my face?
Is this why you told me to stay away?
If I knew this were to happen I would've
Let you win that race today...
And I sat there all day, wondering
Why my sister left me.
And I sat there all day, wondering
Is this the way its supposed to be?
A couple minutes had passed by
Though it felt like an eternity
And my mom and dad walked in the room
As father called the police "Hurry, Hurry!"
I watched the ambulance take her away
And I thought to myself,
What a horrible game to play.
The next morning mother talked to me
And told me what I had already seen
She said she was sorry and that
Yes, it was the way it had to be.
I asked her one more time if she was sure
She sobbed "yes hunny" and walked out the door
But I still sat there wondering,
It didn't quite make sense.
I thought about what sister told me:
"you won first place, now make a wish!"
"Hush dont tell me! It's just between God and you!"
And I sat there and prayed,
Please, make my wish come true!
Later that night, mom recieved a call
The nurses had told her
My sisters alive,
We found out that she really had died
But after a few moments was later revived.
And when i stepped by her side
She looked in my eyes
And whispered Thank You.
And its then that I knew
My wish had come true.
I wished that my sister and I
Would never fall apart
I wished that I would stay,
Forever in my sister's heart.
...
A couple weeks had passed
And my big sister was healed
We went outside to play a game
Our game of Number One
And it was our fastest race
And my sister won first place.
The place she'd forever stay in my heart,
For Brothers and Sisters will never be torn apart.
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xXcrossedXx
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Re: My Number One Sister
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by Lyn on
Sunday, 12th June 2005 @ 07:50:45 PM AEST
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Good Job. I like it. Its very moving.
Lyn |
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Re: My Number One Sister
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by Mangs on
Monday, 13th June 2005 @ 02:13:52 PM AEST
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one of the best poems ive ever read....each line left me with goosebumps....hope u didnt really experience this...
Love,
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Re: My Number One Sister
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by Essentially9 on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 10:05:48 PM AEST
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| i definantly think this is your best. the concept, the message, the wording, the everything. of course i usually disagree with people, so you can go on thinking its not the best, ill just keep thinking it is =] |
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Re: My Number One Sister
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by xXx_lil_pyro_xXx on
Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 11:49:35 AM AEST
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| ok, I'm in class and I'm nearly crying. You did a great job Amanda. Not all younger or even older siblings get to say what they feel to their brothers or sisters, but you did a wonderful job expressing it in this poem. Keep up the good work. I'm saving 5 dollars for you! |
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