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Created on: November 19, 2009
When I open my mouth to gasp for air, I feel no wind within these hollow stairs. I am lost without their laughter in my ears. My heart gets weary when I can't share their tears. My sisters are the treadmills that keeps my life on track. But what happens when they lose their tracktion and I fall off? Let me tell you something, I love my sisters and we are closer than peanut butter and jelly but you know what happens to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches if you leave them on the counter for too long, they spoil.
My sisters and I have a bond that the end of the world could not break. I would dive in the deep ends of the Atlantic ocean to save them and I am sure that would do the same for me. Lately, I feel like I am a registered skitzophrenic because they are driving me crazy. Love is so strong but it is so fragile at the same time. My family seems to be trying to drive me to the nut house instead of the graduation stage. I am not going to start on my brothers. I wrote a poem a long time ago that described my relationship with my sisters and I am sure you can agree.
Dancing on the roof top of the house, our hands grasp each other.
Holding on to the treasure we have, we looked at one another.
Thinking that sometimes, our face can't help but to frown
because the other one doesn't know when to stop or to just sit the heck down.
If I were a car and they were the road, we would end up in switzerland.
All the way there, crying for home, we were safe holding each other's hand.
Knowing that they are there through the worst and the best,
it keeps me tugging along through this life's biggest test.
One day, I will be gone and they will only have each other.
But they will remember the roof top and our love for one another.
I am your older sister and this is my memorial to you. I love you and cherish you, but sometimes I can't stand you. That is the picture life will bring.
Hugs and Kisses my sweet things.
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