Sweet Shadow Trails

Celebrations! My younger sibling has arrived and I have the much desired company! Jealousies! The sibling has taken my mom away and I am alone most of the time! War! Being an elder my heart is larger than everyone's and I have to learn to share! Care! Mother is tired or busy, and elder sis is mature enough to baby sit! Tantrums! The younger sibling is howling demanding and I have to give in! Smile! The baby has kissed and hugged me! A smile curves on my lips As my baby sis pulls my braids No more a silent raider are her sweet shadow trails She plays and dances on warbling toes Gurgling with joy and my finger in her hands Holding hands we sing song ring-a-ring-a-roses Up in the air she flies as I catch her with hugs and chiding's Loud screams at spooned oats to deafen my ears Her feet slip in my heels, her tiny waist holds my big skirts My bags she drags, long waits for my holidays Narrating stories of my crazy campus days The cherub listens in awe and gaping eyes Beds assembled with gifts after the child falls In deep slumber on her birthday eve's My baby grows to joyful independent splendours Her wilful spirit chooses her own caramelised grains Her curly top flutters when she flips her wings Along with birds of her own moulded feathers Migrating into her own wonderful warm territories Gathering twigs to strengthen her nestlings My life remains filled with her lovely memories Of war cries and tantrums, celebrations and smiles January 12, 2016 Contest: When Younger Siblings Step In Sponsor: Eve Roper