Rambling Memories

Just rambling about memories with my twin sister

The essence of you
will always live in my heart and mind;
I have no memories with out you.
One of my earliest, is of you and I in bed,
tickling each others arms and faces
to help us fall asleep.


You are there,
just you and me
at the memory of new dresses,
one pink, one blue.
You are there
when I think of how our parent's divorce
affected each of us, in opposite ways
and how lost, those two girls were.


When I reminisce with my grandchildren
about school days, you are there,
in each day that we walked to school
and then, home again, together.
Or the days when we were lucky
and got a ride from Kathy
in her little Corvair.
How she saved us from walking up
that hill, on a hot September day.

You are there in the mornings,
getting ready for school,
listening to our records on the stereo,
singing and dancing.
You are there on those days
I was so inept with fixing my hair
and you would grab the brush
and make me presentable, again.

You are there, when I tell them
about the land our parents owned
in the mountains and the trailer
we always camped in there,
both of us in the upper canvas bunk
we shared, as Cowboy Bill,
from down the road, told us
bedtime stories
in his beautiful Irish lilt.

You are there when I tell them
you had this weird habit
of saying a sentence,
then announcing how many words
the sentence contained.

You are there, when i tell them
of the weird habit I had
of reading aloud,
even the labels
on soup cans or in my bedroom
with the door shut.

You are there when I tell them
of the boys down the street,
who always tried to get us in their basement,
so they could explore our bodies
and how we ran,
as if our lives depended on it.

You are there when I tell them of the "coffin man"
and how we took some friends, venturing
far from our neighborhood, so they
could see him, too. And how we had to run,
'because our lives did depend on it,
as those boys/men chased us, brandishing knives.

How hard we ran and I looked back
to see that you had fallen
and they were gaining on you...
How I felt such rage, that anyone
would dare to hurt you,
and I ran back, pulling you up, screaming at them,
"You better not touch her!"
And we ran some more.

You are there, when I explain
how much of a dunce I was,
when it came to boys...
always feeling lacking in grace
and charm and how to flirt. And you were
so much more confident with boys, than I.

You are there, when I explain our
triple date, Sari, you and I,
with three marines and how my date's
worldliness had me so nervous and fearful,
so we traded dates and you weren't scared.

We shared parents, family, clothes, toys,
holidays, birthdays, divorce, first cars,
happiness, sadness and tears,
TV, homework, teachers, friends,
colds, chicken pox and boys.

You
are my memories,
as only twins can be
and I cannot
imagine
a lifetime of memories
without you in them.
 

Reviews

[Rahul]

Thanks "walker" first for your support , i;ve made IInd version of my write "Formula one" and i wrote in authors note about you how you helped much. Sorry, i made again some mistakes in my write again but i'm realllly trying to give my best. and i'll improve myself very soon...lol.
I always want to remember my memories and i want to think and live with my joyful memories, lovely write and you made my day "walker" :)
"Barbara" it's really a co-incidence that i was just going to make my next write on memories and you did that piece nicely. I loved this piece, i loved your colorful words and last stanza is my fav. one.
i even got my spare time to read today your stuffs first...lol so, be ready to get millions reviews...lol

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you so very much Rahul! I just point out because I don't know if you know where the grammar errors occur. You are improving and the most important thing is that readers do understand what you are saying.

[Chris]

"bradishing"? or brandishing?

It feels as if it is a memorial... I hope it wasn't.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you for the correction-I don't know how spell check missed that one.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and hopeful poem. I like the description of places and events. Good to write down the good memories. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

Even though I am not a twin, I felt this one in my bones. I understand the workings of the twin mindset though, my son and brother are married to a set of twins...whoa, some pretty awesome stuff going on there that no one can explain or understand except for the two of them. Nicely pen'd.