#154 of 365 – 8 Haiku about my big sister

8 Haiku about my big sister



she was so pretty

I looked like a boy; “that’s my

sister!” she would say



“am I flat-chested?”

she had a boyfriend; “compared

to who?” I asked her



at sixteen she bought

her own car that Mother asked

to sell; late mortgage



at seventeen she

bought another car; then moved

in with our father



between so many

joints and drinks and lines of coke

we became good friends



our jobs were so close

we often had lunch; always

with drinks included



her maid of honor

we shared a look we both felt

and never forgot



we seldom talk now

her husband left, and then died

she works all the time




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #154 of 365 – 8 Haiku about my big sister

  1. pi314chron says:

    Gorgeous little word pictures…like looking into a photo album of your life. The last one has a dramatic sadness that puts it in stark relief to the other seven. Very gripping, Hon.

    • Blackbird says:

      Thanks Ron! I so appreciate the time and thought you put into your comments. Don’t get me wrong…I’m happy just to get a “good job”…any more is just cream. Thanks for the cream!

  2. sassyD says:

    Well. I guess there’s lots I don’t know about your relationship with your sister ! Keep writing.

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