Author's Note: Dedicated to my little sister.
He told my mother
just a few months after
that special day
that he'd been miserable
his whole life since the day she had been born.
She was funny, and ever since
her little years
had to wear these bulky glasses
my brother and I,
we picked on her
like all brothers do
I know I've made her cry
I've shed my fair share of tears
because of her too
this little baby girl
was no end of trouble
We've grown now
and we still pick on each other
but I find that I have
an ally and a wonderful
wonderful friend
that little baby girl.
This little baby girl, a mess of
peas and carrots,
applesauce
a baby who hated oatmeal
(she still does)
who knew
she would grow up to be
such an angel?