"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My big sister (narrative wallpaper)

It is seven a.m. time to get up

And get ready for school

A chilly winter morning, snow on the ground

But in my bed it is nice and warm

After the third warning of “You’ll be late if you don’t hurry”

I lazily climb out of bed and my feet hit the cold wood floors

I put my fuzzy slippers on and hurry to the bathroom

I quickly brush my teeth and throw cold water on my face (burr)

I go downstairs to the kitchen and as always my sister is waiting for me

“Hurry” she says “You are going to be late”

(I wonder how many times does she have to repeat herself)

I never say anything because she is my big sister

I sit down on my favourite chair at the kitchen table (it faces the big window)

My sister asks “Would like a bagel with cream cheese?”

Every school morning I have tea, but I am always really happy for the warm bagels

(Fresh out of the oven from the bakery around the corner)

That always starts my day off nicely when it is cold outside

I look around the kitchen of the house where I live

I see the tea cups and saucers and an old fashioned coffee grinder

Placed upon the shelves my dad built for my mom

I watch our cat sleeping in the chair next to me

Dreaming her cat dreams, and I think what a pretty cat

My sister says to me “Hurry up and eat or you are going to be late.”

She has broken my dreamy state I am in and now I eat

(But I am still daydreaming looking at the walls while I am eating)

I count the pretty patterns on the floral wallpaper in our kitchen

How the pattern repeats itself 2, 3, 2, and then 3

I noticed how the sun has come up in just a short while

And this kitchen is such a pretty place (nice and warm)

When I am awoken from my dreamy state

“Hurry up and finish or you are going to be late”

(I love my big sister, she is the best.)



  1. what better than use a simplelanguage flowing, to describe childhood memories

  2. Ana thanks for stopping by and commenting.


  3. I like the refrain running throughout: Hurry up; you're going to be late. Coming from the mouth of a an older sibling to a child at the beginning of the day it made a crisp contrast to the image I constantly hear in my head from TS Eliot's "The Waste Land," where, in the second section the pub keeper urges people to finish their drinks and head home at the end of the night with the refrain, "Hurry up please it's time."

    Birth to childhood to adulthood to death, it's all a hurry for fear of being late or missing something or interfering with the proper functions of business. Your older sister wasn't just getting your to school, she was training you for life.

    Thanks for sharing the memory.

  4. Paul thanks so much for the comment and taking your time to stop by. I cherished my big sister then and still do.


  5. nicely done Pam...at my age I have no time to be late...thanks again for sharing..cheers

  6. Wayne as usual you quick with your wit. I am glad you liked it.

    Cheers to you my friend!

  7. A sweet poem that says so much about life and the caretaking that goes with it. I enjoyed this!

  8. Thanks so much Susan!
    I love my big sister so much to this very day!

  9. What a great job you have done using language to take us right back to a scene from your childhood. It seems like the adult consciousness is echoed in the "going to be late refrain."

  10. Thanks Erin. I wrote this with my memory of my mornings with my sister. She used to take care of me on school days. Because both of my parents worked and they left the house very early in the morning. I really enjoyed my mornings with her. Thanks for stopping by.

  11. This is what big sisters are for. I have one--pretty bossy, too-love her to death. Thanks for reminding me of that. I also like the cat and cold floor. More memories right with you. Thanks!

  12. Thanks so much Allan. I cherish my sister always have and always will.

  13. This is a lovely memory, charmingly related. Thank you.

  14. Madeline,

    Thanks for your comment and thanks for stopping by.