Poetry – Page 5 – Our Roses Were Yellow

My Sister’s Keeper

We’ve been together since our birth, I only wish she knew her worth.

I use to believe her a bully, I didn’t understand fully.

When I am weak she is strong, she is misjudged, they are wrong.

She has my back, I have hers, sisterhood always endures.

Jill L. Ware

Questioning every thought and decision. I must be exact, have precision.

Does my illness have me thinking the wrong thought? Or am I thinking normal? I bet not.

Did I embarrass myself or do oaky? Did they look at me in a strange way?

I wish I didn’t talk so much, that I’d think before speaking and such.

I have never liked my face, always looking at it in disgrace.

I hope they aren’t mad at me, who is it I’m supposed to be?

When will this house get old, I move a lot I am told.

Who was on the phone? Don’t talk to me in that tone.

Did they really talk to me that way? Or is it my illness, I can’t say.

Imagine a time I didn’t think twice. Believe me, it wasn’t nice.

Am I thinking wrong or not?

Father, Son and Holy Ghost, you gave your life upon that post.

I had looked far and wide, you were always at my side.

I needed someone to love me, but when blind you cannot see.

In a stable you were born, from this world you were torn.

Sent from heaven you set me free, so that forever you could be.

I will praise your name on high, sending prayers toward the sky.

I will never deny your name, it’s for those like me you came.

With you I can do many things, one day earning my wings.

My prince is alive and well, in his house I will forever dwell.

Jill L. Ware