Home, home on a range
Where the Samanthas and the Levis
Run down to McDonald’s in their underwear.
Where seldom is heard
Martha not saying a word,
And the grownups have all gone insane!
This was written back when I was a little girl, by me! (I was an annoying little thing back then…) I remembered this little ditty I used to sing (at the top of my lungs) when I saw the Poetry Prompt from WeDrink this morning.
Once upon a time, there was a woman,
Now don’t mix this up with tales of princesses
Even though it sounds like one.
Each time this woman had troubles with her sisters
She would say, “It is not that object that is important, it is the relationship.”
At times she wanted to through in the towel;
“Maybe this will be the end of it all,” she’d sadly say.
Always she would slowly heal and forgive instead.
Oneesama, or correctly Onee-sama, it Japanese for honored older sister. I wrote this about one of my elder sisters who always says that the relationship she has with her siblings is more important than just about anything else. She works hard to forgive and move on and stay close because of the bonds of family and love. It’s not always easy (in fact, it’s often very difficult) but it is so important to her to try. I have greatly admired this trait in her and when I saw this prompt, I knew what to write about right away.
I did enjoy that the prompt used my favorite type of poem, an acrostic, which y’all have probably noticed is the predominate style I use on my blog.