This is a follow up poem to “ My Sister’s Guardian Angel,” from the sister’s point of view of what it is like for her sister to be her savior sibling:
In my eyes, my sister is a hero
In my eyes, she’s my guardian angel
In my eyes, my sister saved my life
In my eyes, she saved our whole family from a world of pain and hurt
In my eyes, I know there is no way I will ever be able to repay her
But sometimes I wonder what the world looks like through her eyes
How does she feel that she was born to be my savior? My guardian angel?
In my eyes, she’s my sister, my best friend, and my saving grace but through her eyes, what does she see?
Two parents who have nothing but love for us both?
Or two parents who used her to save me?
A sister who loves her dearly, because she’s my best friend?
Or a sister who loves her dearly, because she saved me?
A choice to go through constant medical procedures because she wants to help her sister?
Or helpless, because she feels like she has no choice at all?
I can’t imagine what the world looks like through her eyes
I can only try to make her understand that in my eyes-- I know she was born to save me but I don’t see her that way
In my eyes, she is my sister and my best friend
In my eyes, I need her to understand that she does have a choice
In my eyes, I need her to see that her worth is not only tied to what she can do for me
In my eyes, most importantly I need her to see that she’s MORE THAN a guardian angel
She is-- someone I look up to
She is- an honor roll student striving to be a nurse because she wants to help others
She is-compassionate in her actions, ambitious in her dreams, and awe-inspiring in all she does
She is- my sister and my best friend
In my eyes, I need her to see she is ALL OF THIS AND MORE because she has given so much of herself to me, and I can only dream one day of giving to her even half of what she has given to me but all I can do now is try to show her who she is through my eyes -- my confidante, my role model, my brave little sister, and my saving grace.