Littlt sister

As a child, i longed for a brother or sister,
someone to keep me company,
someone to play games with me,
that we had made up,
which made no sense at all,
but meant something to us.

Although that was not meant to be,
i would have had a brother,
but into this world he did not enter,
how i longed for someone,
just to understand my child's mind.

My parents too busy to play,
my mother unable,
out of the house,
i was not allowed to wander,
in my head i would ponder "why?"

After those years had passed,
i lost my mom,
and gained a little sister,
she was only of three years of age,
with a spring in her step,
i came into her life,
she accepted me as though i had been there always.

i am not that little girl anymore,
although she is,
i join in on her imaginary games,
she giggles,
till she can giggle no more.
thats where i come in,
as the big sister and take her to bed.

Quiet and peaceful,
curled up and cute,
until the day dawns
and again the funs starts.