I’m rooted in my past
The third but not the last
Two older siblings
Rivalry took wings
The runt could best
Or certainly could cheat
Her little sister in the game.
Yet to achieve the same
With the bigger, older one
Required something much more fun.
A hard-core stubbornness was born
And gradually became the norm
I’d play the game and not give up
Embellish, shine, and strut.
It didn’t matter she was smart
I had her walloped from the start
As for that brother-He could annoy-
Until I beat him fair like any boy.
The point is- I’m a stubborn lass
Persistence is rooted in my past
We grow and change, we learn
Perhaps we lean a bit-
But roots stay anchored firm
Unless the whole is hit
Holly 170719 (Angel in the dust)