Poem for my big sister
A poem for my big sister about our grandparents ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time there were two sisters
One dark
One fair...
You
And me
And we shared
Sweets
Dreams
A bed
A room
A home
A family
An abuse
A neglect
A secret
A history
And yet here we are
So very different.
We shared so much
And yet so very little
You were
A coconut cake girl
To my burnt gingerbread
An exotic orange
To my plain apple
A wanted girl
To my nuisance
A beautiful girl
To my awkwardness
A favourite Of aunts and teachers and cousins
A wanted child
A cherished child
A loved child.
And if I sound bitter at all It's because I am.
And early on I learned To hate myself
For how could I love An awkward walk
A useless girl
A child like me they'd never known.
I said I love you,
They said we love her more.
And I understood.
I was unloveable
Ugly
A disappointment
A nothing girl
An I've never known a child like you girl.
And for a long time I hated you
I blamed you
I resented you.
Yet loved you still.
You had the privilege of favour
Secure in your lovedness
The sweet taste of nurture
And I understand when you tell me you never asked for this
But I never asked to be second best either
And I do think you got the better deal.
So here I am
A jealous child
12 years old still
And hurting
Bitter tears stream down wine bloated cheeks
Rivers of blood seep through my sleeves
And I vomit the too many pills
I'm not blaming you
An innocent child
But now I see you grieving
And I stay silent
Unable to share my tears
For mine are bitter
And yours are pure
And I don't know who to hate more
You
Myself
Them
It's all so fucked,
but you see....
Once upon a time there were two sisters
One good
One bad
One a sunflower
One a dandelion
And they shared
Sweets
Dreams
A bed
A room
A home
A family
An abuse
A neglect
A secret
A history
But not a love
And without a love
A child
Like a flower
Cannot bloom
Destined forever to the compost heap of life Forever in the shadows Of the glorious bloom.
Jain Gawne
Wed 28th Oct 2020 08:51
Thank you so much. Its good to be back. It seems I can either write or paint, but not at the same time.