Monday, June 24, 2024

To Be the Oldest Sister/Daughter

(Belated) Happy Birthday, Emily 💝🙏🙏
Because it's never really 'belated' to celebrate those we love!


We finally had a chance to celebrate our oldest daughter's birthday, 
on Sat. evening two weeks after the official date! 
This poem was written for her and for 
my oldest sister who turned 60 a week ago!
We who are blessed to have an older sister to follow
 can easily take a lot for granted!! 

We also had an opportunity to try out Jim's/Grandpa's birthday present from his grandchildren;
an oldie game, croquet! lots of laughter from all 
(except the two year old who was soon comforted with a swing ride)



To be the oldest sister bears a charge she does not choose
Of feet anointed with a fine pair of trailblazer-shoes
The familial ground-breaker, whereby younger sisters gauge
Unspoken preparation for wars time and nature wage

The oldest sister shoulders an unalterable yoke
While younger sisters walk on luxury of ground she broke
Keeping a wary watch for firsts that steadfastly commence
Where time insists on countless reluctant relinquishments

Mother's first little helper and daddy's second sweetheart
First to test many waters that life is bound to impart
First scholar, first teenager, first to leave the nest called 'home'
First to face every new season of what is yet to come

To be the oldest sister, is to first weather the tide
That wakens her to winds of change, with gaze, less starry-eyed 
Than once-upon-more-youthful-years, soon strewn upon a wake 
That each sister behind her, Lord-willing, is bound to take 

God bless you, Oldest Sister/daughter, may His hope keep joy unfazed 
And grant you faith and courage where new trails wait to be blazed
Ere younger sisters follow where once first your footsteps fell 
God bless and keep you as you step into a new year's swell

© Janet Martin







 
 

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