Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Little Sister - Poem 19

She is almost 12.

I remember when she was only 6.

Hard to believe that was 6 years ago.

Her hair in every direction.

Clothes miss-matched.

If you think about it,

She really hasn't changed her appearance.

Still messy hair

Still no fashion statement interest.

But she is catching up with me

With her math and reading skills.

Her growth-spurt decided to pay her a visit.

She is going to be taller than me,

How embarrassing.

I can wear her shoes, sweatshirts, and T-shirts.

How rediculous.

She knows how to make her own decisions.

She knows when she is being lied to...

She knows when you ate the last cookie.

She knows when you drank the last of the milk in the carton.

She is not stupid.

She is not gullible.

She is growing to understand that life is not all happy smile too.

She does not throw random fits, no.

No, because when she cries she is feeling the same mature hurt you do.

She will have feelings for some guy, someday.

And I will be the shoulder she will cry on.

I am a big sister and I will act like one.

I will treat her like a big sister should.

For she is my little sister.

P.S. to Rachel,

I love you.