My Dear Sister

 

My dear sister, 

 

How much I've grown for you.

 

When the harsh reality of the world tried to beat us down

I shielded you,

I held my head up high and smiled through the pain

So you wouldn't see your big sister cry

 

When we couldn't speak,

I spoke for you

So you wouldn't be afraid even though I was

Your big sister will be your voice

 

For you my sweet sister,

I would give it all

 

But now,

You've grown up 

And so have I

 

The sweet munchkin who used to lean on her big sister,

Can walk on her own now

 

The quiet little mouse who couldn't speak,

Has found her voice 

 

My squeak,

My dear sister,

Can do it all on her own

 

And I,

The big sister,

Understand that I have to let her

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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