At the Starting Line

I've been meaning to set up a blog for a while now, but for some reason I only just got around to it. But now here I am, an aspiring artist from Orlando, FL. In the future I'll probably post way more art related pieces than not, but I think I'll start off with a poem I wrote for my creative writing class. I wrote this shortly after my little sister moved away to college and thought it suitable since she just went back up after the end of her winter break.


To My Grown-up Sister

As far back as I remember,
Mom always dressed us up to match,
complete with uniform shoes and cute hairdos.
But as she always loved to remind us,
our outfits were never completely the same,
we were simply “coordinated.”

As time trudged on, I would get annoyed
if by some chance we left our rooms 

to see we were “coordinated” as before.
And in an awkward age of longing to differ,
I’d march back off to my room and swiftly change
just because I didn’t want us to look even close to the same.

Recently I was peeking through the closet in your now empty room
to see if you had forgotten or left me any good dresses or shirts,
when I saw two of our old christmas dresses hanging in the back.
They were green, but yours was dotted with little white flowers,
and while I looked, a watery smile flitted across my face
as I remembered our dreaded christmas card photo shoot.

It’s funny how age and time can 

loosen the views of even the most stubborn girl,
to long again for the days of coordinated clothes
if it meant we could be together once again.
And true, I know I’ll see you once more,
but its sad to know it will never be exactly as before.