After school, all in the park, sharing secrets; swings and slides, the traffic barely breathes a sigh where safe behind the canopy of trees, we took our turns, absorbed the world ; best friends, just brief and small divides that barely breached the trusting eye.
Three decades since, all on the bus, conversations back and forth, the traffic roars, blots out the sky; we talk of trees and swings and slides the paths we chose along the way. Still friends, just brief and small divides that never breach the trusting eye.
Lovely write Beccy, it took me back, in my case almost 6 decades with my sister. Sadly I lost her just after Christmas. We had a safe distance visit in front of our house Christmas Eve. Little did we know it was to be our last. This touched me.
This poem has a very good flow and I really feel chills reading because I can relate to it so much. You are definitely an experienced writer and I hope you continue writing until your eyes are too old to write lol.
This is sweetly suggestive that sisterhood (sometimes) can be as comfortable as a favorite old swing or a legendary fort hidden away in the bushes or a bumpity old bus ride downtown, after we all get old, to do something sisterly together like shopping for purple hats and a picnic on the beach afterwards. I didn't have this with any of my 5 sisters, but your poem makes me wish I did (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Kind of different for brothers who are close in age. My younger brother is my best friend, but what I did to him probably today would get me arrested. We played and fought continually until late adolescence.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Know what you mean about brothers. I have two, both younger than my sister and I, and there are onl.. read more Know what you mean about brothers. I have two, both younger than my sister and I, and there are only 18 months between them. Just like you and your brother, they were continually jousting with each other in their formative years. Yet now, they are actually in business together and get on incredibly well.
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..