With her mind she powers worlds of her own,

Like the sun, with warmth from her little smile.

The warmth always comes when its need is known,

I want it to stay, for a longer while.

Sometimes the warmth is interrupted by

Stubbornness and screams which damage the ears,

But once those become routine and every-day,

In memory, the bother disappears.

Having a little sister is hard, see,

But what’ll she do without her bubby?