A Jealous SisterA Poem by Aradie RainMy little sister is 2 and a half. She will have a life that I never got.Never will they understand, the need I have to be played with.
To be picked up and swung around. Be tickled till I cry. To be called Daddy's little girl.
I want to run into their room, on christmas morning, and go Daddy Daddy wake up!
But I'm too old now. Replaced by a new baby. She gets all the love.
I never got it. Not one day in the life of "My little girl."
I watch them now. Playing in the park, swinging on swings and sliding down slides. Laughing and giggling.
I can't help to loath her. My sweet baby sister.
For she will have the family I never had. © 2010 Aradie Rain |
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Added on May 6, 2010 Last Updated on May 6, 2010 Author
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