To A Sister

September 6, 2013

You know that you're my peanut

Small, and cute, and fair

In your laugh, I hear my own

Anyone else's can't compare.

You know that you're my sunshine

Beautiful, and fun, and bright

Leading the world to happiness

Bringing peace with your light.

I know that you're only seven

Young, and loved, and free

And I wish that I could save you

From this harsh reality.

I know that you are looking

Searching, but never finding

Stuck in the middle of a haystack

The needle still in hiding.

They think they know your story

Every twist, and turn, and fold

The dog-ears on your pages

And memories never told.

They think they can dictate your life

Every path, and step, and breath

Bring you up or down, by snapping fingers

Bring you life or death.

But I am here to tell you

That I've been around the block

And I am here to help you

Whenever you need to talk.

Whenever life gets hard

And the sun seems far away

Sissy will always be there

To tell you it'll be okay.

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