Taekwondo Big Sister

My taekwondo big sister,
Like the pine tree reaching straight
And tall for the boundless blue sky.
Her taekwondo roots grow deep in the earth
And ringed by her tiny growing pines.
Taking each one of us by our hands
And molding us into her martial likeness
As a potter shapes her unformed clay.
She's not asking the impossible of us, just
Making possible that which is within ourselves.
It's a new dawn breaking for me
After time and training and discipline.
With the power and patience of a saint
And with her big sister touch, white belt
With time and commitment turns black.
Her strength and wisdom to teach and train
Evident by my improved form and petty pain.
My old negatives fall to the wayside to be
Replaced by the way of hand and foot,
All thanks to my taekwondo big sister.