About my Sister

by SixofNine 4 Replies latest social entertainment

  • SixofNine

    She's 38 and never been kissed
    Least I guess not really
    Steve did I suppose maybe, but maybe he don't count
    a recovering alcoholic, who thought he'd found God and She.
    I do believe he was puttin' both before his recovery

  • SPAZnik

    sweet and sobering

  • lauralisa


    A thousand doors ago
    when I was a lonely kid
    in a big house with four
    garages and it was summer
    as long as I could remember
    I lay on the lawn at night,
    clover wrinkling under me,
    the wise stars bedding over me,
    my mother's window a funnel
    of yellow heat running out
    my father's window, half shut,
    an eye where sleepers pass
    and the boards of the house
    were smooth and white as wax
    and probably a million leaves
    sailed on their strange stalks
    as the crickets ticked together
    and I, in my brand new body,
    which was not a woman's yet,
    told the stars my questions
    and thought god could really see
    the heat and the painted light
    elbows, knees, dreams, goodnight

    Anne Sexton

    Six.... when does it stop hurting? Do you know?

  • SixofNine

    SPAz, e'en (thank you song 149) more so now that she's 41.

    Laura, sweetheart, I don't know. I wish I could take it away for you. Call me when you can/need/should.

    Here's some humor, it might help more than my 4 magic words .

    The above about my sister, and this next, are things I've come across going thru old mail I sent or recieved back from myself (dont ask). I sent this to an old friend (not sure where I found it):

    There once was a lady named Bright
    Who traveled much faster than light.
    She departed one day, in a relative way,
    And returned on the previous night.

    He replied:

    Actually I wrote that. Tomorrow.

    Oh hell, I can't help myself from helpin' others.... buck up little trooper.

    Edited by - SixofNine on 5 February 2003 21:55:1

  • SixofNine

    btw, Laura, those word by Anne Sexton are something wonderful. Her Kind is my kind.

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