The Sisters

I am twelve years older Than my youngest sister When she was a little girl She followed me everywhere Like a dog that loves its master. She is very much like me Wrapped in a different body She adored Everything I got From the sole of my feet To the top of my head. She suffered in silence My tenderhearted lash and pinch And all the treacheries I committed She idolized and loved me Every single day Till doomsday. Sometimes I hide Just to be by myself Away from her But she is like a mushroom That sprouts Anywhere overnight. At the onset of her youth She did a 180 degree turn She hated all things That I got Including my brain and guts. And now I always wish I could turn back The hands of time And be with my sister All the time. Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved