Caring For An Autistic Soul

Night after night. Day after day. Lord please watch over her I pray. It breaks my heart and I slowly fall apart. Seeing her sad makes me mad and feel like a bad sister to her even though I try my hardest to make her feel special, keep her crown and glow. The problems she'll have to face, the tears I'll have to erase, the time it will take to make sure she's alright, looking tight, and be there to fight her battles so she knows she got me through any and everything, through the good, the bad, and what the future may bring. My little sister, my other half, something that no one can replace even when we fall, we'll get back up and stand tall. The crazy conversations we share, the games of dare,the time I take to show her I care. She's not my child, she's my sister to be exact and to love and cherish is something we'll never lack. To see the world together, cold nights and stormy weather, always and forever. She's special and one of a kind, someone you'll have to take time to find out her personality, she may be smiling on the outside but stuck in reality, don't know the principality of life itself, so when it comes her way, she'll shrug her shoulders and have nothing to say because she lives day by day and was born this way. But she'll rise higher, she'll set this world on fire and grow one day to build an empire and shine brighter than the sun because she hasn't fought the war of life yet but she's already won.