Sequoia

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible blogger. Getting into the groove of things here in good ol' AZ has really thrown off my blogging. I'll work on that.

Anyway, as promised, here's the first  of the seven poems I wrote for my family members for Christmas. I'm going to start at the youngest and work my way up to the oldest so this one is about my 10 year old sister, Sequoia.

Baby Sister

Following ten years

Behind me in age,

My youngest sister

Doesn’t follow at all

With a mind all her own,

She is

Lively, Spirited,

And too often headstrong

But she is also

Gentle and kind

And eager to help

That fact becomes clear

When she realizes that

I’m a poor college student

And offers

All of the money

She has collected in

That little pink purse

I cannot take

 Her dollar bills

And pennies,

Though she’s pushing them

Into my hands

Like the mite

Of the widow,

My sister is willing to give

All that she has

She’s the first

To greet me

When I return

And always the

Most excited to hear

My voice on the phone

Her handwritten letters

Let me know she

Wants me home

And emotion-filled hugs

Tell me

It’s here I belong