wrote this for my sister back on Oct 16th two years ago. She's not blood related to me, but we have been friends since college, and I've known her for longer than I've not.
I had to sit here and think what this poem was about originally... I think it was about how my dad and my sister both influence my thought patterns. My dad's and my original response to anything new is skeptiscim born of fear of change. My sister loves change, loves challenge and thrives on competing and showing off. She is bold and larger than life. She always has been. Not just is she like that, but she can teach others to be like that. Her first husband, second husband, me...she can teach even vaguely autistic people to thrive where they should just feel completely alien.
So, anyway, not rivalry in the typical sense of competing for worth, but rival in the sense of someone who you can measure yourself against.
i don't want to ground you to reality, to anything
you and your yellow balloon flying high and free
out of his mouth, i am too critical, to negative, undermining
out of her mouth, she never says a word, just smiles sunshine at the world
I wonder if I can be like that?
be as honest and hopeful and trusting as my sister
always trying harder, flying freer, thinking big ideas
I watch her high above me soaring like a kite and resist the urge to wave