EARTHBORNE ONLINE POETRY MAGAZINE

MY SISTER

 

she never made it seem like work,

though her job,

to take care of me,

her sickly young brother,

sitting on her handlebars,

while she rode her bike through town,

reading me stories on the library lawn,

in the shade of the one lonely tree,

sunbathing on her towel by the kiddie pool,

while across the fence,

her friends flirted with the teenage boys,

around the big swimming pool,

through the years,

always there on the other end of the phone,

joking and making me laugh through my darkest days,

she never made it seem like work,

to take care of me.