I miss my sister

I miss my sister

 

She is my big sister or one time used to be,

Until everyone said she was now grown up

And I was alone as she was too big for me.

 

Make up and clothes and would you believe, even boys!

These are some of the things my big sister likes now.Version 2

That leaves her no time for me or my little toys.

 

Her mobile  phone is now her forever best friend.

The door of her room is always firmly closed,

She has important calls to make, messages to send.

 

So I thought she was too big and lost forever

Until she read a message and tears just flowed,

She called out to me, again we’re together.

 

She is too big now for a little teddy bear,

So she cuddled me crying and holding on tight,

While I stroked my poor big sister’s grown-up hair.

Author: connellykevin

Writer, poet and photographer. Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco. Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both. "I sought a theme and sought for it in vain, I sought it daily for six weeks or so" WB YEATS Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.

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