Best Little Sister Poems

Little


is left
little breath
sagging stem
begging eyes
trains come, then depart
rancid smoke over grey fields
I am little
I saw it all...

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A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy...

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A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that...

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Licia, A Mysterious Mind

A mysterious mind
You often do find
Is cluttered with all kinds of clowns
In your ear they speak 
Quite often with cheek
And tell of...

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We were both so young full of spirit and fun
She's the Indian I'm the Cowgirl as we move along the ground just fooling around
Running through...

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I have to thank my sister for something years ago
It's written in this message that I think she ought to know

I have to thank my...

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Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free...

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I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love...

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Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned...

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Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play

Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!

But not my...

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It was the first day of the new school year
The children of Beslan had no need to fear
In anticipation they eagerly left home for school
Some...

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As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call  ----  “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue...

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I remember the first time,
You came to my house,
All we did was sit on the couch.
We sat and held hands and watched my little sister...

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"Tightropes of the Three Graces" 

Tightropes
for hanging clothes
on a line 

each piece 
pegged wooden
held between closed fences

misfortune's breeze lifts
sleeves like covers
pointing the way home

books and...

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I stare through the rear window as 
the car begins to move away  
With tears running the gamut of my 
Face my body trembling...

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