As children life goes by
As teenagers life goes by
As young women life goes by
As married women life goes by
As mothers life goes by
As careerists life goes by
And in the midst of life GOING BY
I ponder where I left my sister.
After all, she was the flower and I was the fly……
She was smart and strong- a talented girl.
I went this way and that way, around and a whirl.
She was steady and bright- a real true delight.
I was topsy and turvy, an enigmatic fright.
She was proud and patient, tender and kind.
I was prideful and stubborn with a spirited mind.
She was always the flower and I was the bee
Never seeing how poignantly she spied after me.
I buzzed and I flitted and I traveled the world
She remained the good daughter and her blessings unfurled.
I, as the fly, finally chose a nice mate
and had my own family, two grubs- to date.
But as flies go, my time was soon up
and I flew to the winds
seeking adventure and stuff.
One day I flew home to find out my nectar
Had taken up residence with a nectar collector.
She had fallen in love and I was so tickled
I flew to her house and boy, what a pickle!
Three flies were a buzzing around my sweet sis
So I gave them a hug and a bump and a kiss.
Life is both good and crazy for us
Each story unfolds with little to no fuss.
There’s always the flower and there’s always the fly
But with a sister like me I don’t think she minds.