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My Sister
by Joan SerratelliI haven't spoken
to you
in over a year
You emailed me
asking me
what happened
to us
I wrote back
just one word
"LIFE"
I haven't heard
from you
since that day
We were never close
we hardly spoke
You never even
took the time
to get to know my kids
Then Mom got sick
and after she died
our relationship
failed to thrive
and we stopped talking
once again
You're my sister
and I love you
I want to see you
I want to talk
But it's never
going to happen
now that Mom
is gone
03/21/2009 Author's Note: I really want to have a relationship with my sister, but apparently she does not share my feelings.
Posted on 03/21/2009
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 03/21/09 at 02:28 PM that hard. i don't know how i would get along without being able to talk to my siblings, but remember, as long as your both still alive, it's not too late. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/21/09 at 03:34 PM Hope and pray. Time changes perception. Once she finds out you are a listening shoulder and a kindness in this harsh world, she could come around.
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/21/09 at 03:35 PM And then, even though I understand it's not quite the same, there are your sisters in poetry? |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 03/22/09 at 06:05 PM The only thing that can stop you having a relationship with your sister is a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you reach out a hand enough times to someone, they'll eventually take it. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 03/23/09 at 06:38 PM sorry but my soul screams: call her!!! bury the wounds like bulbs and let the spring renew all you never had, imagine what a season can bring...the first step is always the most important...hugs, jewels |
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