You And Me, We Come From Different Worlds, You Like To Laugh At Me, When I Look At Other Girls

--"Only Wanna Be With You", Hootie and the Blowfish

To my long-time friend on her twenty-sixth birthday...

Yeah, you're right, I'll never top last year's post. I hope this suffices, though.

LITTLE SISTER
by E. Patrick Taroc

You’re the sister, it’s been said,
I never had while I was young,
The missing setting at my meals,
A mini-mojo, but in heels.
You’re what I should’ve had instead,
The brat who got on my last nerve,
Telling me I got what I deserve
And making sure as hell it stung.

We wouldn’t have seen eye-to-eye—
Most constant siblings never do—
But we might’ve gone toe-to-toe,
Jousted, jabbed, and jawed to and fro
When it came to the reasons why
You were more talented than me
Or why insults came easily
When the target was as flawed as you.

Yet when shove came to push at last
And I hastily had to name
Some of the ways we remained tight
That may not have been in plain sight,
I’d say, “I can’t escape my past.
I love her though good sense says not;
She’s like wind I ran from, yet sought,
Air which both snuffs and fuels my flame.”

Some may ask what are the ties that bind
Little Miss Chipper to Eeyore, Sad,
For it’s true we’re Pepsi and Coke,
Doing our darndest to provoke.
Yet she’s one I was blessed to find,
The one who makes me less alone,
She’s the sister I should have known,
I should’ve known I always had.

Copyright 2006 E. Patrick Taroc (04/21/06)

Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers