28 April 2010

Time separates us the distance
of 12 years is almost stifling
within them
I grew accustomed to the only child life
or shall I say the lonely child life,
when all I had was the wax in Crayola crayons
to indicate inert fancy,
beautiful girls on holiday, filthy rich
I was selfish.
I didn't want you born,
I didn't want you to shatter
my dreamy lonesome kingdom
of which I was the sole ruler.
Little sister.
I was so cruel to you when all
you deserved was a little understanding.
But my darling,
I love you.
Your little hands,
chewed down finger nails I painted last weekend,
your straight brown hair,
messed up on one side because it got stuck in a zipper,
your sturdy legs, beat up from clumsiness.
I love you little sister, I was so harsh before.
But I'm going to work hard for you,
for your respect and love.
I will give you what I was given.
I will graduate and marry and move to California and you can live with me.
I love you little sister.
I love you.