Little Sister Mine

When we were little
The days were easy
The days were free.
Little sister, big brother.

We played, we laughed
We had such fun.
Some days we argued
Some days we fought
Little sister, big brother.

Thru school years
You looked to me
I looked to you
Always ready to fight
One another�s battles



You did for me
I did for you.
Little sister, big brother.

And then Life got in the way
You went your way, I went mine
We grew apart.
The years past and now we are old.
Little sister, big brother.

Now the Darkness comes for you
Now the Time is near.
I will stand beside you
I will calm your fears.
Little sister, little sister
Would that I could
This battle of yours
I can not fight.

Little sister mine.

Reviews

[Charisma Moonfairy]

This is truly beautiful and I am reminded of the stories my grandmother once told me of herself with her three older siblings but particularly her big brother. He died a few years back and she never got to say good-bye and never found out until after her stroke. This poem helped me to imagine the way my grandma and her brother must have been like. Great read and write.

[Ruby Moon]

*smiles softly*
no matter the years that pass, no matter how far...
she'll still be your little sister in your eyes

its soft and gentle
like you are telling this to her while holding her hands
easing her fears and making her smile...

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This is so incredible tender and I might add unexpected. I am overwhelmed by your generosity of spirit.

[Rita]

This is beautiful. I love the pictures you added. It made the poem more like a film playing.

In the end, death is no one's battle but our own.