Sisterhood

A poem for my sister to read when she is old enough. Feedback is much appreciated.

My sister is the sun of my life.

For eleven years she has been there.

Causing me endless strife,

And dazzling me with her intelligent stare.

When my mom was pregnant I said

“Mommy, can you make it a girl?”

She told me it wasn’t her choice to make,

But I thought about my future sister all the time.

I remember talking with my mom on the phone,

After we found out it was a girl.

She said “Well I can’t decide if I like Cassandra or Caitlyn better.”

As is my nature I said “Why not both?”

And Cassandra Caitlyn was born.

Two names that are now sacred to me.

She glowed as a baby,

I didn’t even like children but this one was perfect.

I would sit and hold her in an old rocking chair,

Lulling her to sleep and feeling ever so important.

When she turned two we noticed changes.

She became more violent and angry.

“Terrible twos” everyone said.

We had no idea it would be so hard.

It continued for years, always getting worse.

Good days were only average,

And bad days were a nightmare.

For nine years we wondered when it would end,

Hoped it would get better,

Prayed for it to end.

When I moved out she started missing more school.

And my mom lost the house.

And we lost our cats.

And Cassy lost everything.

After encounters with the police,

Social services, and the school district.

She finally got the help she needed.

Now she texts me every week,

And wants to spend time with me.

Now she jokes and laughs

And has sleepovers with friends.

Now, finally, I feel like she has a future.

I feel like I have my sister back.

And I can’t wait to get to know her.

Reviews

[SpiritWolf]

Good writing. I love it. keep up the good work