This piece talks about the intricate love hate relationship I have with my sister. |
I hate my sister for the sad woman that she has become She has lost her mojo, her spirit, her Phoenix under the rising sun It's not that she did not have examples of what great womaen can be Momma may not have been the best, but she persevered, pushed foward, to make life better for you and me Now you sit back each month waiting on what is handed out to you The mother of two precious angel girls that makes all the good in life seem true I know that I am not God , not even close as a Cherubum with wings But I dare to question how could you have lost yourself and become this thing Don't you see the world around you with little girls and boys who have grown up to fast Seen to many horrors, faced to many nightmares from their past Don't you pay attention to the damage that you are doing to their little souls Or are you so wrapped in YOU that you are denial your majo mommy role I wanna just forget that I know you, erase you from my mind But How can I leave those two sweet little faces behind So sweet, so warm, their smiles and hugs beat back the clouds in my day Their spirits so precious just as pure as the sun's rays To forget you would mean leaving behind a piece of my heart I just don't have the strength or courage for a life without them I just ask God daily, night after night to give me the power to start each day again. I hate my sister for the position that she has put me in. Yet I love the two little people she has created. RMW Love is infinite. |