An Ode to My Sister

When you were born I wrinkled my nose at you because you were change 

and I did not like that.

I hated the evolution of things and the idea that something could change and still be wholesome.

I did not hate you,

but what you stood for.

I know now that you were what I needed

and your never ending enthusiasm and smart mouth 

that runs on and on and on have given me the gift of firecrackers in the dark

because that is what you are.

You are a pop of sharp green or yellow or red or white in the bleak never-ending that is the dark

and you are the loud cackle of the sky on the fourth of July 

and I hope that through your teen years,

when all things seem desolate and gross,

you do not cease to laugh loudly

and fearlessly, whether alone or in a group of friends or strangers.

Reviews

[. serah .]

~~ it's a very sensitive and a very moving piece... with a magical wish at the end... ~~ beautifully written...

[A Lonely Girl]

This is so sweet. I, myself, have three sisters and I feel this way as well. Well done :)