Poem To My Sister: So, Your 64 Today


So, Your 64 Today

 

I remember the days of our youth, do you

Do you remember all the different homes

Three States, and in several yards we played

Being poor white trash and Mom’s heartaches

Little eyes see and they can understand so much

 

One Tyrant in a child’s life can ruin their psyche

Good Cop, Bad Cop played out at home every night

The Farm in the dirt road hills and the starting of school

Black Hills Gold and the Faces carved into a mountain

Faith and Deadwood, a dead man’s cards fell once again

 

Our growing up years in a place so cold and foreign to us

No matter the forces we always hooked arms side by side

You have always been there for me, I love you dearly for it

We have both seen and overcome life’s trials we were given

My Sister of the Cloth in the End OF Days we shall both see

64 Today my Sister: and of you, I could not be any prouder

 

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