Wish List of a Youngest Daughter
Off and on, I’ve been wishing
my dad and I could go fishing.
I guess my sister could go along
so long as she does nothing wrong
like catch a fish bigger than mine
or tease or hum or brag or whine.
Perhaps she’ll sit back in the bed
and not up in the cab instead,
so Dad and I can be alone—
the truck a sort of “private zone.”
He’ll hit the bumps real hard so she
will wish she was in front with me.
Just like I always pray and pray
her friends and she will let me stay
with them, when they come for the night
and play without me, door shut tight.
Marvelous fun had down the hall,
but not with me. I am too small.
That’s why, when Dad tells me a joke,
I’ll laugh real loud until I choke;
and my sister, sitting there behind
might feel left out, but I don’t mind.
And when we get to where we’re going,
to the stock dam, cattle lowing,
Dad will bait my hook for me
and sister, too, and then we’ll see
who will catch the biggest fish.
I guess it’s obvious that my wish
is that I’ll catch the biggest one,
and sister will go home with none!
The prompt today is “Fishing.”
I was the older sister and a younger sister. Sort of being on both ends of the family.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s called a middle sister. What the sister was whom this poem is about.. but, wildly exaggerated. Just about the topic of sisterly revenge using my situation as a subject. I once made my sister cry when I wrote a story about a sister who hated her sister and was paralyzed and forced to live with her sister’s hands helping her with every function for the rest of her life. It was totally fictional, but I used some details about my own life, and my sisters, so although I had anything but that feeling about her, it looked like it was about her. Has happened more than once so I have to be careful now. Guess I need to send a disclaimer to my poor long-suffering sis.
LikeLike
When Sis and I went fishin’…. same wishin’!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha….
LikeLiked by 1 person
So funny–I’ve always loved that photo where I’m holding the fish and you’re standing, hand on hip, royally pissed off about it, probably because you caught most of them. My feelings aren’t hurt, little sister.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I think it looks like I’m claiming all the glory! Do you think Betty Jo posed me or was I a ham at an early age? When did I get to be the staid correct model citizen I am now?
LikeLike
I can relate to this darling poem.I felt the same about Billy.
LikeLike
The photos just popped up. Photography must also be a family talent.
LikeLike
Mary, please send me the link to your Xmas piece? I looked for 20 minutes and couldn’t find it. The link doesn’t work.
LikeLike
https://kipandmary.wordpress.com/2016/12/08/murdo-girl-our-magical-christmas-eve/
LikeLike
I have tried it myself several times and it works. I have no idea what the problem could be.
LikeLike
I was the older, and now feel sad for the younger.
LikeLike
Coveted time with your dad. You were all so cute!
LikeLike
We were little but you, my dear, were the epitome of cute!!!
LikeLike