My Little, Tomboy Sister

A poem I wrote for my younger sister Jeanine, when she was 7 years old

 

I remember...

   When you were just a little girl

No dresses for you or hair with curls

   Basketballs and footballs, motorbikes and denim

Not pretty little dresses in soft, pastel linens.

   You were quite the little tomboy

A sight to behold

   Your baseball hats turned backwards

"No dolls for me"!  we were most certainly told!

 

You marched along to drums of your own

     Sreading your tiny wings.

Then one day you grew up

     What a sight to behold

You went from a tomboy into a real girl

      Your wings turned you into a butterfly

Such a delicate, beautiful sight

We all knew God's plan was good

        After all.....

Isn't He always right?

 

 

By LadeeAnne~Anne P Murray

C@2011

Author's Note

Memories of my little sister Jeanine

Reviews

[Tom Benson]

This is first class memorabilia in poetic form. Both graphics are cute but the difference in demeanor is astounding.

[Chris]

Each of us is unique... I understood what I believe you were expressing...

As to making it better... a missing period for one thing (for the verbal pause and thought completion). If "pretty" is an adjective a comma doesn't work (in this case) - it only forces a pause in your flow and causes a stumble in the rhythm.

Anne, I am not critizing nor complaining. I hope it doesn't come across that way... I liked listening to you or I wouldn't have said a word...

Take care,
Chris

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I find Tomboys quite sexy... always great when someone does what they want not caring what the world thinks and defying stereotypes.