Sister
Sister
When I was born it was not alone
We shared a place in the womb
She was second only in birth
She gave me a race all through life
I miss her now more than she knows
I rarely let my feelings show
She is so special, kind and nice
She doesn't deserve to sacrifice
I wish her well and hope that she knows
A place in my heart she always holds.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Lighthouse | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| St. Lawrence | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| LOVE | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Sister | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| Grandson | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
| JIM | 0 | 06/23/2009 |
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.