Lee
To Robin Lee
Beautiful long, brown hair.
Memorizing green eyes.
You can see the Irish in her.
A personality that lights up a room
And a laugh that brings smiles
To the faces of those around her.
She would crawl in my bed
Sometimes in the mornings.
Mama would, too.
I’ll never forget us in the trailer
And mama driving the lawn mower.
Or the time she bought a Neil Young
CD at Target,
And my musical interests were
Never the same.
I remember going to
Easter Egg Hunts
With her in the Red Rocker.
Her graduation in 1997,
So stunning and regal
Walking across the stage.
So young and full of life.
My idol.
My big sister.
Short, thin brown hair.
Dull, green eyes
That have seen too much.
A worn and broken spirit.
A dampened personality,
And a laugh that ceases to bellow.
A shell of her former beauty.
She’s given up.
She’s forgotten.
She’s grown cold.
I wish I could make her see,
How much she once meant to me.
I wish I could show her
My memories.
Instead, she forgets me.
She leaves me high and dry,
Only calling when there’s no one
There to take my place.
Only when it’s convenient.
She can’t see how much she’s
Breaking my heart.
She can’t hear my cries
Begging her to love me.
To remember
Her little sister.
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