Poems of my Mind

A sister you're not

You let that bond rot

And given time you forgot

I was there and you left

Me to wonder just what

I had done and could do

To try fill up the shoes

I was made to step into.

You were size seven,

I was only size two.

But despite this I looked

Up to you, and I knew

You were better than me

And I admired the view

From below. My sister,

The smartest miss Lister,

Making waves in the world.

You'd be sorry you missed her,

Like I am. But I know

That in fact we are equals

Despite me still feeling

Like that one crappy sequel,

Or star wars - the prequels.

English and American

Literature you took,

So im sure as I write

This poem, though its nice,

You could probably write

It yourself except twice

As good as I'm able

To do in the end.

And self-taught you are

In piano and guitar,

You could probably be a star

But its not who you are.

Olympian grade archer

And a physicist after

You travel with laughter

That I've never seen.

And the places you've been?

Amazing; a dream.

So a sister you're not

But this ode is to you,

For the person you are

Is worth looking up to.