Sugar And Spice And Everything Nice by JOY 14
I looked at her to see
mascara running down the sides of her face
Mixing with a lot of tears
Of frustration mostly
She glanced at me through tear glass eyes
Like a rain showered wind shield without window wipers
Stopping to take my hand
playing with my fingers
carefully fingering my rings
Then, something happened that surprised me
She smiled at me
A little smile
On her little face
What could I do but
Just smile back.
I took a tissue and wiped up the rain,
took her hand and walked with her to the playground
where she gladly played for hours on the swings
I sat and watched
perched
on slanted monkey bars
and knew better than to leave my makeup just laying around.
mascara running down the sides of her face
Mixing with a lot of tears
Of frustration mostly
She glanced at me through tear glass eyes
Like a rain showered wind shield without window wipers
Stopping to take my hand
playing with my fingers
carefully fingering my rings
Then, something happened that surprised me
She smiled at me
A little smile
On her little face
What could I do but
Just smile back.
I took a tissue and wiped up the rain,
took her hand and walked with her to the playground
where she gladly played for hours on the swings
I sat and watched
perched
on slanted monkey bars
and knew better than to leave my makeup just laying around.
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What would you do if you found your little sister in your makeup, with mascara globbed on her lashes, and lipstick smeared on her lips and teeth as she smiled at you from the bathroom mirror?
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Hey u made me cry this is wat my sister use to do wen i was with her but now we are very far from each other thanks a lot - Diana |
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that was a good poem i loved the way it was set up almost like it was real - shanequa |
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How very, very sweet. I loved it. - Deborah |
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This poem is special because it shows the truth in that everyone wants to grow up fast. And the importance of remaining a child, for if you grow up too fast the pains of adulthood will be too much to handle. It also shows how much of an influence we have on young people; it's important for us to remain a role model. - Kenta |
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it was awsome - cordero |
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i thought that was an awesome poem. It really touched me because it seems like that is the - Amber |
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i loved this poem. and i'm not a natural poet, so i like reading things that I can understand, even with a twist such as the one included - christie |
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This poem is so insspiring and totally true - Jessica |
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i liked the poem it was funny but if that were me i would have been very upset i wouldnt know what to do but look at her and laugh cus she would have stuff all over her!but i would be mad cus that would have been a waste of makeup. i would try cheeering her up though like the girl did in this poem by like takin her to the park. - stephanie |
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I think it was very big of you not to be angry with your little sister. I'm glad to learn that there are still some sane people left in America. - Zero |
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AWSOME WRITER! not to be jugmental but why was she crying? Did i miss something?? - kinza |
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i loove that poem! it was soo cute, keep writin 'em! - lil italian |
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i really liked this poem it was really touching and it made me think about things - Kayla |
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I like this poem just all because sumtimes my lil czin is like my sister she gets into my things and i just go insain because tell her not to. - Tera |
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That Peom trulely did touch me, im sure you have had many comments saying that, but i realize how true that can come to my life. Im only 14 and my life is already being ruined, Thank You For Writing that poem! - Ben |
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this poem is great. It touched me in alot of ways - talisha |
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Brought a smile to my face. I really enjoyed the last line. - ashleigh |
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Wow. it was interesting. I like it. I know better than to do that too. - Mari |
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omg these r some good poems ! neways i gotta go ! ~ashton~ I LOVE BRIAN S FOREVER AND ALWAYS - ashton |
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I loved your poem. I have two baby half sisters and that reminded me of them. I loved how it had a kind of twist at the end to me. - Buttercup |
