2 LITTLE GIRLS
by Karen C Vanderlaan
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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written about a time my sister and i were riding , feeling free in the midst of living in an abusive environment
Our lives, heavy and weighted
The four hooves beneath us give us wings
Our spirits could soar
Free to dream, imagine, dance, and sing
Her small arms around me,
Hold tight as she clings
I want to make it right,
Make the horror go away
The galloping horse
My sister, my friend
Our lives would change, of course
But now, in this segment of time,
It was ours-to be, to laugh, to be free
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You have shared the memories and the experience very effectively and meaningfully through your verses, Karen. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|thought provoking read|
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|Being a Shadow Child, being rarely seen and never heard, I can relate to the momentary joy you felt and the wonderful sense of power as you galloped away, for in these few precious moments you were in control of your on destiny. HUGS! SC|
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|So touching and lovely. You descibed a very vivid picture of you and your sister which touched my heart. Wonderful write. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|A very poignant write, Karen. Beautifully written.|
|Reviewed by Michael LaSalle
|hi karen, this piece is liberating, yet heartbreaking, I could feel the sense of freedom, beautiful. well written, thank you for sharing your talent, mike|
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|I TOO AM A SURVIVOR AND I CAN RELATE MY FRIEND. GOD HAS KEPT US AND GAVE US A GIFT OF PEN.|
|Reviewed by Denise Nowakowski
|How endeering to be able to show love to one another.
I have no sister, no brother.
It is always easier if one can share the good and the sad with someone.
A lovely write.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|You were blessed in a small way to have a sister to cling to and protect as best you could and to comfort when comfort was needed. Not that abuse is every tolerable but to know you can still love and be loved today may will be because of the love you and your sister shared all those years ago.