Anyone

"If it's not the style my friends are wearing, 

I won't wear it!"

"Why would you want to wear the same thing

As everybody else?"

"For some reason, I decided I don't like

Being different"

My eight year old sister shrugs and prances away

Ponytail swinging, shining auburn in the sunlight, 

Smiling blankly. She forgets that the grass tickling

The spaces in between her toes is a feeling

She should love forever. 

The chains link around her ankles

Attaching her to a cloned shadow, 

And I watch as she grows up and becomes

"Herself" or everyone else or anyone. 

Reviews

[Tomahawk Joe]

very nice a seamless blend of sentimentality and nostalgia

[Richard]

we should do a poem together

[Richard]

it's beautiful .
it's wistful.
And I adore your 8 year old sister for not caring ... or maybe she does ... but she cares more about the feeling of the grass :) I think if we all cared more about the 'feeling of the grass' the world would be a better place for it ... anyway, your poetry is just amazing
and I really understand that ... as a kid you love these things but you don't know any different and you just do :) and then you grow up and it's like "is the grass being global warmed?" is my hair falling out? ha