To Be a Good Sister
i didn't know what it would be like to be a sister
i had no clue what to do or how to do things
or to even how to be a good sister
i thought in the past that i might be doing thing's wrong
or i might hurt her while i get her dressed
because she was very small and fragile people had to be very gentle with her
i remember when she wasn't even 1
she would wake us up earliy and maybe just around 1
Copyright © Selena Parkinson | Year Posted 2011
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