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Wonderful pathos....
posted by
mariss9
on November 17, 2009 at 6:32 AM
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calia
Sweet, and straight from the heart, and you just reminded me of my home, India.
posted by
anib
on November 16, 2009 at 11:15 PM
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Re: jfm
lol!
posted by
calia14
on November 14, 2009 at 8:46 PM
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Sorry, forgot to mention (because I hadn't gotten there yet) that I had fallen into my wine glass, and was interacting with my own history with my own sister, and I got re-involved trying to figure that one one out. It was only years later that I found out what sibbling rivalry was--hey, what would I know about that?
Anyway, after a few deaths, and now that we're both on Medicare, and the family pool has really gotten smaller, the one thing we can agree upon (ever) is that blood is thicker than water--and we so, after all,we do hold a few things in common.
Just happened to be another one of my blank slates that couldn't find a home, and maybe all I wanted to say was "HI, Killjoy was here"... no relation to LOL.
posted by
jfm32
on November 14, 2009 at 2:11 PM
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Re: jfm
I am going to be straight with you-this one was not an intellectual but an emotional poem. My sister had left after a vacation and I was missing the whole of the life that I left behind when I took off and came to Florida. It was five years ago when I left, and sissa has just recently turned 19, so I missed her transference into a real person after the fabled insanity which is teenagerhood (adolescence does not even begin to be the correct word). Although the gap in age seems not so much now (eight years), I have a sort of motherish relation with this sib, she never knew me when I couldn't make a meal or change a diaper. So, I guess it's one of those, whatever those are.
posted by
calia14
on November 12, 2009 at 7:23 PM
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I dont know if this is a complex poem, or just a complex state of mind. We dont get to choose our families, much less our sibblings, but here we are somehow relating to something--otherwise why this poem?
The history of your relationship is never made clear except that things changed when "she got a new boyfriend".
But now when you meet up, she knows how to push the buttons --not that this is about world domination, but more perhaps about self identity and the question, why am I me and not you?
Now, perhaps, we might understand the nature of the question: If you are you, why aren't you me? I got my own experience, so why don't you think like me and the rest of our ancesters?
etc, etc...
posted by
jfm32
on November 12, 2009 at 6:16 PM
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Such a delight; the end was too precious! I was so engaed all the way through! sammy
posted by
sam444
on November 11, 2009 at 10:18 AM
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Sweet, very sweet!
posted by
hardilaziz
on November 11, 2009 at 8:49 AM
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Awww....this touched me --- (((Calia))) ~ Elyse
nothing like a good, great visit with 'Sisters' ~
posted by
elysianfields
on November 10, 2009 at 5:10 AM
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This shows that nostalgia can be the present, love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
posted by
BC-A
on November 9, 2009 at 5:47 PM
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awwww I am sure your lil' sister would like to read that poem... Its so sweet :-)
posted by
Sinome
on November 9, 2009 at 5:03 PM
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I've felt that way when a relative I hardly see leaves.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 9, 2009 at 4:11 PM
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