Our oldest is the natural leader. She commands, demands, and gets it her way. The will she has is as strong as cedar. We are lucky to have her, I must say.
Our second sister has the tender heart. She loves, cares, sings, laughs, and dances with me. Her artistry lifts her above just smart. A world without her is one I can’t see.
Our third is a faraway mystery. From my opponent to my protector, Our bond rests in childhood history. From fights to friendship, lies our connector.
Then there’s me. The fourth. My life still pending. In the midst of growth. For now, our ending.
Author Note: "This poem is about my three siblings and me, or what I call "our 4." I was inspired to write about our close, familial bonds as the holidays were approaching. Being all together is a rare and joyous occasion; a time when they conquer the distance and visit."