Oldest Daughter
Proud
Provider
Affectionate
Forgiving
Saved
Honorable
Strong
Expected
Courageous
Controlled
Helpful
Teacher
Explorer
Joker
Creative
Red Headed Sister
Weak
Envious
Lost
Scared
Needing
Closed Off
Sinner
Challenger
Disgraced
Alone
Pitiful
Fighter
Questioner
Seeker
Inspite of it all? Redeemed. We’re all of these, right?
May have to add to these on and off throughout my journey.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I needed to thank you for this very good read!! I absolutely enjoyed every bit of it. I have you book-marked to check out new things you post…
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Thank you so much! ~Audrey
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You’re an angel, Audrey, every single bit of you xxxx
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Thank you, Heather. How sweet of you to say… xxx
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You’re very welcome xxxx
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Being the youngest in my family (shared with my twin sister), I have a tough time wondering how the oldest ever got by ~ by nature the oldest are so responsible…I see my oldest sister in this poem. Love seeing the little paradoxes that life throws our way when we try to figure out just who we are, and every time we think we have something defined ~ it changes 🙂
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You know, we barely get by. Lot’s riding on these shoulders of ours, Randall. ( A twin…very cool!) However, I have become a bit more enlightened since we last spoke. I apparently have a crazy side that wants to visit the world. Also, it has been brought to my attention that she has deeper feelings that should be expressed.
See what you miss when you don’t stop by regularly. 🙂
J/K…on the making you feel guility part. The rest is so true. The poems will probably get going through a bit of growth for a while. Hang on to your camera. 🙂
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Wish I could stop by regularly…need a dose of your reality especially in this reality. Look forward to seeing what the future hold with your writing and dealing with your crazy side’s influence as well 🙂
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I will do my best to tread carefully, Randall.
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Right on, Audith! It’s only normal, you know. I think what matters is what you truly become when everything is on the line. And I know where you’d go!
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Thank you, professor. Well, sometimes I think you believe in me more than I do, Duketh. You paint me far too sweet.
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It’s usually hard to believe in one’s self at times. (Hmm…well, you could become wicked like me…)
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Yes, I know. *smiles*
(Hmm, I kinda like me just as I am, but thank you. You’re not wicked!)
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If you strip my wicked card from me, I’ll be lost, don’t you think so?
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I would never want to do that, Duke. You do know that, right? I like you just as you are.
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Wicked to the core!
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To the core? (Yes, but…) Hmm…only maybe. Don’t make me change my mind.
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I like to believe I’m…obscure. Protected. But I think despite the…shield I’ve got up, you know me rather well.
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Well, since I have no real idea. I must take your word for it. Give me the shield…
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Never! (maybe some day)
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Haha! (I know)
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Hey Audrey, you really did some ‘defining of self’ here, didn’t you? Good on you. Taking some time to look inside and really look at yourself and evaluate who you see yourself as.
Good on you girl.
🙂
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I think that is what I’ve done. Frankly, I need the reminder.
Thanks, Staci! 🙂
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(smile) You are too cool!! xx Amy
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Thank you, Amy. Not really, but thanks.
~Audrey xxx
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Yes you are. (smile) Love, Amy xx
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Thank you, Amy *smiles*
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*smiles back*
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Audrey…. I am the eldest daughter in my family…….. I truly enjoyed your creation…
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Thank you, Veda. We have a tough job, I fear. It is often times very hard to let loose the person I truly feel I should be, all in the name of accountability.
Thanks for reading.
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Very true Audrey..
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I agree with another of your readers. We’re not just one thing, but a mixed box of diamonds and dust. God bless us, everyone.
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Thank you, Starr. I agree, too. Bless you, my friend.
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I have two daughters. The first one/older is as you describe. The younger one is quite different. She is strong yet vulnerable. There are 12 years difference in the two so the younger one has found society has changed since her older sister grew up. I admire them both.
Leslie
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Thanks for sharing that with me, Leslie. You know, I see a bit of a difference between myself and my two younger sisters, as well. However, my role as a sister and daughter was a bit different then theirs. I am the oldest.
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I think the oldest always assumes more responsibility. They seem to sense the need to hold the family together.
Our older daughter does just that, God bless her. Her life has not been easy.
Leslie
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She and I could have coffee, I bet.
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Indeed you could. You would enjoy meeting her. She is a wonderful daughter.
Leslie
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So interesting the adjectives used to describe our various roles. I too, use many of these terms to describe myself
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That is why we all can identify with each other so well, I think. Thanks, Barb!
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Though we are all different we are all basically the same!!
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Yes, Willow. I do think so. I do!!
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Love how you cast our strengths and weakness. They are what makes us whole.
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Thank you, Susan. It is what makes us whole. 🙂
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