Rhythmic Stories June 12, 2022

Sister

Sister, Travis and Lu


As a teenager in high school 

The time in your life when everything’s supposed to be cool

I learned more lessons from living with my oldest sister

Then, I ever learned in school by listening to the Mister

A young mother without the help of a man

She worked and made a living; she had a good plan

We never had much, but it was always enough

There’s not any real value in having too much stuff

She had two children, a sweet boy, Travis, and Little Lou Lou

They were full of spunk, always ready to entertain you

I think my sister was winging it as she went along

She never wanted to be viewed as weak but strong

A family is what you make it to be

Others may fault you if they don’t see

The daily struggles of raising children on your own

It takes all you have to make it a home

The music of the late sixties and early seventies was always playing in the background

It kept us entertained and filled the home with sound

Little green bag was Travis’s favorite tune

 you would hear him humming it from morning till noon

This picture of her standing there reminds me of days long passed

A time when a young woman showed me more than I ever learned in class

Her one-person show helped me to know

Life’s hills are climbed one step at a time, and you hope

For the best as you go

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