Sisterhood

A poem for all those who have a sister they hold dear - deep, deep down atleast.

Nestled between warmed sheets,
thoughts float freely through ones mind
as morning light flickers thickly through window panes.
Scattered messes and toppled towers of waiting to be read books
mark the boundary line separating one person from the next.
Sisters locked together without hopes of privacy often fall into conflict,
but conflict always resolves itself with shy confessions of unshared love
for all those guys who are just too blind to notice.
Giggle fits and pillow fights cause parents to yell in frustration,
as early morning hours give way to sleep - finally.
Those unknown abilities sisters share
to keep quiet and let the other cry in silence
are more comforting than words can tell;
even as one longs to help she who is a bosom friend.
Long forgotten toys lay hidden in deep recesses,
keeping with them those long hours of shared play
when little brother would beg to join in,
and older sisters would giggle in secrecy and deny him entry to their fortress.
Childhoods always end but are rarely forgotten.
Harder to forget all those hours spent slapping and kicking,
but impossible to forget the even more numerous hours spent laughing and plotting.
I’d rather be nothing more than an older sister.
 

Author's Note

This was originally ment to be a short story, but obviously things changed quite drasticly. Keep that in mind please, thank you.