This poem is an ode to being the oldest and having siblings that are much younger |
My Brother, My Sister My brother makes me angry His arrogance, His entitlement, The privilege He won't own up to My brother makes me proud His intelligence His unexpected insight, His empathy and understanding My sister makes me angry Her unrelenting stubbornness, Her extreme adolescent attitude, Her apparent apathy for our parent's feelings and sanity My sister makes me proud Her uniqueness, Her determination Her wisdom My brother makes me angry His short temper His lack of tact His never ending role as the victim of the family. My brother makes me proud His wit His boldness, His unsuspecting kindness and maturity As they grow, As they learn I begin to notice the things I like about them The things that make thaem people, Individuals. They are becoming more than extensions of myself. |