My big sister grew remarkably tall
Before I was even able to crawl
Her limbs, they towered over mine
And from way up there, beyond the skyline
I often wondered, what could she see?
Plenty, I was sure, when she’s as tall as a tree
But most days she tended to climb right down
To where the falling leaves hit the soft grassy ground
Showing patient love as she played with her Gás
For years on end totally engrossed
In a grasshopper’s world, so much smaller than she
Yet always happy sitting by the trunk with me
That’s what I see looking up to the blue
Her eyes like clouds watching over you
B is the branch that blows out of the way
So that others can soak up the sun for a day
Needing but a droplet of water to quench her thirst
Because a big sister always puts her little sister first
I gaze at her branches as they sway in the breeze
From down here they seem to sway with such ease
But I know B can often camouflage her pain
So that others won’t feel the drench of her rains
This is a marvel for grasshoppers like me
Who grow in the shade of their big sister’s canopy
As I see how her roots have made her so tall
Drought upon floods, B’s defeated them all
With a quietly cultivated and formidable strength
She’s twisted her way to considerable lengths
To revel in a life she now proudly leads
With her head spiralling well above the other trees
And that’s what a grasshopper sees in the height
Of a sister she’s copied with inexorable might
Oh, to be as tall as the sky soaring B
So I can finally lay eyes on what she can see
Yet, as the grasshopper rummages by the tree’s foot
B urges me to relax! And just stay put
Because otherwise she wouldn’t be able to play
In the garden below that takes her breath away
So I see what a combo we are tall and short
Though different in stature, we’re still the same sort
Two sisters who adoringly love one another
For there’s no other sister that either would rather
In the end, it’s no matter where I sit in the tree
So long as I’m sitting next to my B
Thank you Natalie for wisdom, delivered from the heart in the eternal language. Keep going!
From one little sister to another, made me cry – beautiful. XXX
Simply beautiful! Love Trish
Hi Nuts, I love your new poem, so beautiful. I bet B does too, very special. Love Tiff xxx Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 03:20:22 +0000 To: tiffanyambler@hotmail.com
Beautiful Gas, from the heart. Lucky sisters.
Thanks Gąś! A lovely gift to end the long day! I always wished I had a sister and wondered what it would be like to have an older sibling towering over me and guiding me. Instead, I had a little brother who probably had a grasshopper perspective. You two have a wonderful bond and you know how to celebrate it and make it stronger in the process. Miss you guys! Dorota