Baby Sister

She looked at me

with adoring eyes.

I held her

she was my baby,

my baby sister.

She had a scrape on her knee.

I carefully took a bandage

kissed the wound

and placed it gentaly on her.

She smiled.

I would do anything for that smile.

we stood up

I asked her what she wanted,

to get her mind off of the pain,

she simply said,"Nothing."

I told her that there must have been one thing she wanted.

Then she said,"All I want to do is make my big sissy proud of me."

I started to cry.

She wanted me of all people to be proud of her

When i always was.

I would look to her for comfort

before my own boyfriend.

She was my sunshine.

I would always think of her needs

before my own.

Ever since she was born

every one has loved her.

For that I was jealous of her.

But now it just makes me more happy

to be her sister.

She is my pride and joy

she is my baby sister.

Reviews

[Matthew vonHone]

My one suggestion is to watch how you use tense. There is a portion of the poem written in past tense. It made me think that possibly the speaker's baby sister was no longer with us. I am glad that she is. All in all, good job ... powerful and moving.