BIG SISTER
Light squashes my eyes.
I want to crawl back into
my womb room
even though
I've totally outgrown it.
But my big sister
calls to me.
Who is this family
I'm growing into?
Will I be loved?
Will my sister beat on me,
or will she share her nuks?
Will she be jealous?
I hope not
because
I will look up to her
always.
Will we share guitar picks
and basketballs?
Will we jump
on beds together
when Mom and Dad
aren't looking?
I hope so!
Ready or not, here I come!
Written by Beth Good
for her grandchildren, one of whom
announced her presence six weeks early.
October 2002
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