When we were young, she asked me to write a poem for her. I was some years older than her, but we were both still kids. She wanted me to write a poem for her after I wrote a poem about my grandmother on my mom’s side (The Southern Belle I named it). We’re still in touch. It’s been 30 years since I first met her, and she is still the same little sister she was to me since that first day that I met her when she was 4. Sweet, adorable, smart, loving. I wrote a poem then as a child, but this is for her now, and maybe for many of the other sisters out there, someone you know, someone you love.
I wish she could see the beautiful woman that she is
I wish she could see the intelligent individual I know
I wish that I possessed the magic words
to reveal in the mirror what I see
to allow her to see the truth
Not lies, not the horrors that her mind tells her
But the truth
The truth of her beauty
The truth of her intelligence.
The truth of her mind
The truth of her personal power
That she is so much stronger than she thinks
So much stronger than she believes
That she possesses the power to make men bend to her will
The power to make everyone love her with little work
She possesses a giant heart that she hides behind the brick wall
She possesses a gentle spirit that animals cling to
I wish I held in my hand a star that when she held it in her hand
Would light up her life
That would release all her pain
That would show her she is perfect as imperfect as she is
That would protect her from the pain of this cold heartless world
A star that could shine bright when her days are dark
Magic fairy dust to brighten her up and help her laugh
If only she could hold a knight’s shield in her hands
That would keep the bad days away and vanquish the evil
As any woman does, she deserves beauty and laughter
Love and warmth.
She deserves to know what I’ve known since I met her
That she would grow into the beautiful woman she’s always wanted to be
That she already is that vision she has in her head
Not the vision of lies, but the vision of hope
If only I possessed a looking glass to show her just how special she is
How loved she is, but that she may not see.
A grown woman of beauty, strength, and intelligence.
It’s funny to me that when I read this back, I think to myself, you should heed your own words. I’m getting there, I’m getting there.