Sister, Oh Sisters I see our yesterdays so clear
Do you hear my songs whispering in your ear?
There wasn’t much I was prepared to say
If only my age hadn’t gotten in the way
To calm your fears, allowing sleepless nights to end
The truth for the two of you, I would always bend
I travelled slowly over subjects deemed too soon
Acting too lightly over feelings of darkness and gloom
Stay the child I have laying next to me, Oh Sister
Let me wish this dark cloud away
Oh let’s pray and pray and pray
There isn’t much a twelve-year-old could say.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Audrey Dawn.
I still hear your songs. This is beautiful.and.honest. I am also wiping the tears that won’t stop after reading it. ❤️
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Hey Sissy! I’m glad you read it. I love you. I loved writing it and cried a lot of tears, too. I’m relieved that you still hear my songs. Miss you. 🙂
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Beautiful poem. I love the sense of innocence and almost a request for forgiveness within the words.
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Thank you, Charles. I love your description. That is exactly what I felt when I wrote the poem. The idea of being ill-equipped for such an adult conversation as a 12 yr old girl. As 10 and 8 yr olds, I think they found comfort in my singing. 🙂
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If only our innocence would last forever and we never experienced pain, sickness, death, … and, if only we could enjoy those moments knowing/appreciating just as the sweetness of morning before the alarm beckons. We do what we can at the time. Hopefully it is enough because it was all we can give. 🙂
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Thank you for this! I love what you said:
‘We do what we can at the time. Hopefully it is enough because it was all we can give.’
I couldn’t agree more. I’m thrilled to be an adult who can understand that now. It’s the idea of being okay with ill-equipeed tools and allowing myself forgiveness. 🙂
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Looking back… I’m one of my hardest critics. It’s difficult to allow myself forgiveness but often I discover I didn’t have anything to forgive–being reassured by friends of old mostly. 🙂 Take care.
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I think you’ve got it!
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This is a song to a younger sister, right? I’m almost positive about it. But the professor must ask his dull questions at times. I like this… It seems to me that you couldn’t say things you should have? That you were trapped in a child’s mind? I don’t know. Just guessing. Like Audith would. 😀
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Yes, to my two younger sisters. As the oldest daughter and redheaded sister, I became a mommy figure at 12. I love them like daughters. Def a poem about how I didn’t know the right words to help them with their pain. Our sister bond is stronger than time. Yes, a cathartic look back at what we pushed through together. You got it, Duke. 🙂
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I feel proud! It was very well done. Do I get 100%?
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(Thank you for explaining your thoughts.) You should be proud! Ahh, well, thanks. It wasn’t great, let’s be honest.
Umm, Yes! And a sticker. Teacher’s Pet 😀
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It was, dadblameit!
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I have no words….choking
Tears that splash at the past…..roses that grew
Heart humbled…..thankful
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It comes out when it must. Love you.
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❤️
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