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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand 
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Kid Sister Sister, you were so tiny when they brought you home and we all fell in love. Skin like milk and toes like baby mice; sister, you made snuffly hedgehog noises as you suckled at Mum’s breast. We pretended to be elephants, our arms as waving trunks, and you exploded into giggles and wide gummy grins. Green mash snuck in on an aeroplane spoon, smeared against your cheek and in your ear when you turned away. You couldn’t play catch or understand Monopoly, but you could climb the silver birch as though you had a tail. Mum was furious when you ripped that dress. You just wore your others skateboarding, climbing, play-fighting – and ripped or stained those too. Mum put your bed in my room and I lay watching you sleep – you’d curl up like a cat and leave your eyes three-quarters open. When Mum bought bunks, we stayed awake and chattered until Dad crept up on us and bellowed from the doorway. Your friend came for a sleepover and slept as a bright purple sausage on the bedroom floor. She told me you liked a boy in your class. You became an ostrich then mumbled and I wondered when you’d grown older and how I hadn’t noticed. And now I’m leaving, just as you become a ‘lady’ (who climbs trees, plays hockey and swears). Just to let you know – I’m going to be around to hug you when you’re ‘too old for hugs’, kiss you in front of your friends, and I’m never going to stop calling you ‘Kid’. ------------------------------ For my li'l sis... who was very embarrassed by this poem, hehehe.. Isn't that what older sisters are for? Embarrassing their li'l siblings? ^_^ Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
You have a really wonderful way of writing, very descriptive, but at the same time a very simple (and subtle) style that you use. You work mostly with the evocation of vivid (and oftentimes even absurd) imagery, which is obviously essential to the impact of your writing. I wish I could look at a purple sleeping bag and think of it as a big purple sausage. Cooooooool... This is a very sweet poem, it makes me wish I had a younger sibling. Seriously, even with all the bad, it'd beat being the baby of the family. How good of you to never want to stop calling her kid, kissing her in front of her friends...  It's great to see you in here again, Lynne. Your bright smile always reflects on me from the screen.  Much love from your #1 fan, Brian Faith is a fine invention |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Oh god this was gorgeous. ah made me come over all sentimental and warm. God, i wish i had a sister like you. in years to come, she will look upon this, and well up with tears, i know she will. the way you took such everyday parts of growing up and made them so unique and special. you made me laugh, smile, and want to cry with this. always a sign of an excellent read and write. loved the bit about mice for toes! come back, post more girl! ~I wanna live, I wanna give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold~ Neil Young |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
Thank you both so much! Oh, I am so happy, hehe.. ^_^ Bet you are just being nice.. LP - Yeah, it's really neat being one of the middle ones.. People often say its unfortunate being the othe in the middle, because the first born is the 'favourite' and the last born is always the 'baby' and gets more attention.. I love having an older brother, and definitely am thankful to have a younger brother and sister.. ^_^ (Even though we all drive each other BARMEY!!!) Tell you what - you can borrow mine when they are being nuisances.. Howzzat? Hehe Gemjop - I hope she does, hopefully it won't embarrass her too much.. I don't know what to say, I'm really glad you like it.. Yes, I don't come here nearly often enough. I'll post another tonight, that ok? I need hours to spend in here to read!! Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ Love - Lynne [This message has been edited by Yu Lan (09-30-2003 07:58 PM).] |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Lynne~ Beautiful and exactly how I feel about my sister(s). Susan |
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dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
I'm cheating again, being on the "senior" site. Sorry, but I really liked this poem...it works for brothers too and how you remember little growing up things that are never the same when you are grown and gone. What are "bunks"? Is that something British, or do you mean bunks as in small beds? Anyway thanks for the memories and letting me sneak peak into this site. Larry. |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Bunk beds! one bed on top of another, y know a two tier bed, like when you were kids. my niece has one. i get up on the top bunk, and can never get down. he he Lynne, a pleasure to read this again.  ~I wanna live, I wanna give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold~ Neil Young |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
Hehe, is 'bunks' British?? I have no idea. Wow, I had no idea it wasn't a term used in America.. Yeah, beds stacked on top of each other.. ^_^ Gem, yeah I have that trouble, lol.. I climbed up to my sisters bed the other night to read her a story, and took ages to get down again.. bleh. Thanks all! Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ |
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jamesjiao Member
since 2000-04-12
Posts 268Backwaters of Avalon |
A very sweet poem Lynne.. by the way.. happy 19th birthday! - James |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
A nice touching poem. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
Hi Lynne, it has been long since we "talked"...how are you recently? you’d curl up like a cat and leave your eyes three-quarters open. ~i loved this bit the most. really a kewl bit of observation here. i like these sort of personalised details that help to differentiate a piece from other poems of a similar genre... You became an ostrich then mumbled and I wondered when you’d grown older and how I hadn’t noticed. ~nodding along vigorously to this one. isnt it a wonder how our younger siblings grow? (i have a younger brother) take care |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
You're right, it has been...  I'm so glad you liked this, hehe.. Yeah, younger siblings are great.. But it's so weird to watch them get older, and think 'geez, when I was her/his age, I was.. No, she can't be, can s/he?!!' hehe.. I'll email you Kaile.. I don't spend nearly enough time here any more  So i've kind of lost touch with a lot of my friends here.. *sigh*Luff!! Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Because I'm a gruff old bear of a man, I'm surprised I made it past the first few lines. But, hey, I'm almost crying because of joy and sentimental feelings. You made me feel good. God bless you and your sister! Grover. |
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Yu Lan Senior Member
since 2000-04-13
Posts 1462New Zealand |
Hehe, thanks Gruff Grover.. I'll have to go and read some of your bear poems now.. I haven't seen you around before!Bless your cotten sockies, you poetic maniacs. ^_^ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Simply great story telling Yu Lan. I envy those with siblings so much, and enjoy the stories each of you tell. I hope your sister survived LOL. |
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