Come Sister

Come Sister, Come take my hand
We'll run through the meadows
Like we did when we were children,
Chasing butterflies and clouds and the wind

Come Sister, Come put flowers in my hair
And I will put them in yours
While we whisper in each other's ear
Our secrets and wishes and dreams

Come Sister, Come race me to the river
We will make mud pies along the shore
Wading along the cool shallow water
Studying pebbles and minnows and tadpoles

Come Sister, Come now, the sun is getting low
The light is fleeting and night is almost here
I long to have a glimpse of our childhood
To have that innocence again, before I go

Author's Note

Been mulling this around for awhile...

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Jc, this is a sweet piece. I have two neighborhood girls that like to play in the canals of my property, chasing frogs, pebbles and minnows and tadpoles . I drift back to those days of innocence that have slipped away, while your words embrace the reality of the past. This piece captures a vessel that easily transports one back to those golden days�Nice piece.

[Janice Ann]

Oh goodness, this reminded me of my sister who past about two year ago...and that is a fantastic gift thanks! I loved this because it is just like us to wish to go back...and yet we realize that will never happen and when we realize we took that little time for granted we only wish that those things that we did then was enough! Thanks again!
Janice Ann

[Barbara Walker]

Really like the flow and rhythm to this poem and the subject matter. It will appeal to any woman who has a sister, as it does me and I am going to send this to my sisters (two). It brings to mind memories of an innocent time, that mind's like to recapture, especially when there is so much worry and stress in the world. Gives you a place to return to for awhile, to rest your mind, heart and soul. Great write! Barbara

[emz]

such great memories.. i loved the innocence of those days... a lovely written poem... very carefree with a tinge of sadness for times gone by.

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[Creepy Swine Guy]

I read this as two separate poems. On one level it recalls the wonderful innocence of youth and paints wonderful still lifes with well chosen words. On a deeper level it touches on the fraigle and fleeting nature of life. It is at once nostalgic and reflective.

I found it to be a very moving and enjoyable read.

[Otter]

Well done, I'm sending this to my sister to read.

[JohnL]

Fabian and I have been writing about our childhood years and have both found much satisfaction in the excercise. This follows on beautifully, highlighting the happy, sunny days of sibling joy. A delightful poem, so well put together rythmically that it took three readings before I realised that you had chosen not to have a rhyming pattern. Praise indeed! I'll bet there were days when you cried too, but why remember them?
I am impressed with your Author's Note; so many would-be poets think that you just have an idea, throw it together and call it poetry. Real poets 'mull it around for awhile'. Keep writing. By the way, I did realise that Madame in my previous review was just a chapter, but it stands alone as a short story very well.
John

[None]

Beautiful poem that takes the reader back to the times you describe so wonderfully here. Great poem!

[Arthur Henn]

Had to come back and write something to this
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Meadows of green pastures
Flow with the souls of sisters
Running with the joy of swaying
Wildflowers

Grown up now, you're still young at heart
Never losing sight of the love for each
Other

The universe surrounds both of you
Never letting go of you
Mother Nature sings her melodies
Within the hearts of both of you

Art

[Arthur Henn]

JC, I really like the imagery of this. I have been here and done the mud pie, tadpole, minnow and such as a kid. It brings back a lot of good memories. I can see smell and feel a whole day unfold and end in this poem, it made me smile.

Thank You!

Art