Here’s Looking at You, Kid

Written for The Daily Post – Silver Screen
Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

There’s that picture of my sister
and me at a pool. Her hair curled
in auburn, mine in dirty blonde

In a trick of time, her curls
become mine, her hair

Here we are at a festive
holiday table–Grandpa saying
prayers–giggling and kicking each other.

My sweet sixteen with bouffant do,
hers with long hair, parted center,
looking so grownup.

At Dad’s sixty-five surprise party
outdoors, we are laughing,
two married women.

Oh no. See how old we are,
with my niece standing
in the middle.

The six years between us
have melted; we stand
as equal grownups.

Here’s looking at you, kid!

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to Here’s Looking at You, Kid

  1. loved the way you brought the two sisters together on an even plane.


  2. Kathleen kittleman says:

    I love this. I have 3 older sisters!


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