Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The lament of a sister

We'll get you a brother,
They promised;
Running errands
Outside our nest,
Pushing my wedding-cart,
Running our family-name,
Sustaining their withering souls;
Never lamenting
The sisters I could have had,
Not even once.
Its okay, I offered.
Its fun catching fireflies alone.

8 comments:

  1. It is relaxing doing things alone. No rivalry.

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    1. That is one way of looking at it.
      Thank you for stopping by.

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  2. Ah how poignant. I can hear the bittersweet tone in that last line, as the child prepares to catch them alone but not really enjoying it fully. Sigh, single kids. Mine is one.

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  3. Love that last line. Wraps it up so bittersweetly.

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  4. The last line has so many emotions, loved it.

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    1. Thank you dear. I am really glad to hear such encouraging words from you.

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