For My Sister

There is only so much I can say
My words only have so much weight
There comes a point when 'I'm sorry'
Is just an apology too late

I've apologized a hundred times
They've all meant nothing in the end
Because I repeatedly made the same mistakes
Over and over again

You've done no wrong
You only called a spade a spade
I don't expect these words I write
To right the wrongs I've made

 

You've always been better at being
An example should be made out of you
On how to be the best sister
When your sisters not the best for you

 

I've done my share of doing dirty
To deserve all the pain I get
But of all the people I have hurt
Its hurting my family I most regret

I love and miss you sister!
Always

Author's Note

My sister Ashley is the kind of person I wish I was. I haven't always been the best big sister and I regret that.

Reviews

[Astro]

This is excellently written and expressed KJ. I have a same sex sibling myself and have in the past, "done dirty" as you put it. I only hope I can express my regret and appreciation as clearly as you have with this piece so that, I can ease any suffering I have caused to my own family. Cheers! I hope you one day get through.

[Yasmin]

Your words seem so sincere… Now I like family poems a lot and I find this piece incredible … Although I am sure that your family likes you the way you are and your sister is pleased to be your role model so Keep your head up if your mistakes hurt you try fixing them by actions… I really enjoyed this and you did a great job on it. All I can say now is simply enjoy being the little sister and be proud of who you are ;)

[h d e rushin]

you are so gifted in this brilliant illustration. reading this was like a person
holding up a stop sign on the interstate where everyone comes to a stop
just to figure out what's going on. there is a superficial brilliance in the
admission of one's shortcomings to a sibling. When done unabashedly, it
usually has a piercing and penetrating quality.

when I think about my sister and how she has always been the first person
on earth to rise to my defense, and how I would love to say what you have said,
and how much of a f**k up I usually am, and how she pretends not to care, I
start tearing up.

nice poem,
dana

[Carolann Dowsett]

There is much pain and regret in this. At the end of the day just be the best person you can be. Each sunrise is the beginning of a new day. And there is always hope that things will get better. Nicely written.

[The 13th Eros]

I glimpsed your note first. Then breathed in your heart from your poetry.. this heart pleading for forgiveness... No matter the days gone by, you've still days ahead... and there is nothing to ever stop you from being just what you wish to be. Life is beautiful that way.

[AYVID N]

It's anough you realize it. Its the thought that counts. I am sure, kind as she is, she'll welcome you with open arms.

Great writing!

[redflutterby]

I can really relate to this poem. I'm the oldest and the only child from my parents marriage. I have four sisters from their second marriages and because my three youngest sisters live so far away i've never really had a relationship with them. I feel alot of guilt because of that but relationships are a two way street. The one sister that lives near me has a very different personality from mine. Plus she was always the "good" one. This has caused quite a bit of conflict at times. But you shouldnt have to apologize for being yourself... and lifes too short for holding grudges. This was moving and well written. ;-)

[Frieda P]

I was actually afraid to open this link for fear of what I'd read. I lost my baby sister to suicide and I'd do anything to get her back, she was the best of us. This must be torment of the worst kind...I wish you peace & hope there is some way to make amends. Nicely pen'd.

[p.kuhl]

I have three sisters, and this definitely hit me in the soft spot. Lovely write, very concise and clear. I like how simple the diction is because of how singular the idea is. Nicely done!

[A. H. Pinley]

We only get everyday once. Make it count. You have two decisions to make when you wake, to be a curse or a blessing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

An honest and poignant piece of verse Keely.