My kid sister, nosy parker,
sneaky peeker, what a pest!
always hangin' on my coattails,
never fails, unwelcome guest.
Precocious tomboy, she would try
to muscle in on ev'ry mission,
pester me with crazy questions,
never asking for permission.
Dressing in my hand-me-downs,
(in brand new clothes she won't be caught,)
a basin haircut, never bangs,
(no wonder mother's overwrought!)
She resisted wearing lipstick
'til she made her senior year,
nervously she tried on high heels,
overcame a childhood fear.
We separated, me to college,
she would take another track,
nursing school, her new found passion,
there would be no turning back.
Reunited four years later,
I could scarce believe my eyes,
my Pest transformed into a Princess,
Chrysalis to Butterfly!