Little Sister
The little things I cherish -
The popsicle stick people that were my Christmas present,
The notes we slip under the other's door,
The dolls' stores and houses and barns,
And the little-sister-love she gives me.
But I remember the dark things that creep in -
The punches, the names,
And I hope she continues to love and forgive me
As I hope to do
Forever for her.
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