Sweet Family Mementoes
My siblings would call me "Little Sister.”
They made me feel like a queen.
I called them, "Madame or Mister”,
Because they were over eighteen.
Remembering the oldest offspring,
Handsome features, dark hair, lasting smile.
He loved his family and loved the city formality,
Never bragged about his profile.
Another sibling was born, a bright eyed, beautiful girl,
She graduated with sassiness, received average scores.
Her picture displayed in the yearbook, long hair, dark curls,
She loved her family, liked fishing and walking the sandy shores.
Mom gave birth to another girl, who was a real beauty,
She helped mom babysit, change diapers on her baby sister.
Loved to dance, play cards, and had good grades, absolutely,
She was a good mommy, loved to cook, and an excellent listener.
The next two siblings were tanned skin, stunning brothers,
They had wavy hair, wore blue jeans with folded cuffs together.
Loved country, rock and roll, played in a band, like some others,
Enjoyed football, basketball and baseball, made them feel tough!
Last of the siblings, on a cold, wintry morning,
A baby girl arrived, blue eyes, blonde hair, oh so delightful.
Her siblings expressed feelings of deep longing,
She liked show and tell, teachers and being very mindful.
Writing this poem, my feelings start to surface,
Using special words to write and guide my morality.
Treasuring our family values, God's plan and purpose,
Keeping promises, praying about life's confidentiality.
Rosemary Hovey Everson