Just Desserts

The first words openly spoken Mama,is the soup hot yet ? said as I Sat on her hip Mrs.Cotten The visiting nurse No longer Could she quip She'll talk when She has something to say Make her ask for The things that she wants A sibling referred to as Little mama taking her comments As taunts What they didn't see As I looked on this world With eyes that had just turned three That I stayed up Often into the night Quietly Conversing with me Holding my cards so Close to the vest No longer could willing put to the test The diligent love Little mama , had unfailingly , tenderly expressed With an arm wound Securely about her neck I decided,there and then What the heck As my sister called out to Big Mama these words I'll never regret As I echoed them back into her ear.....Mama is the soup hot yet? The love I have for my sister has always gone Well and above My sole experience till my own Children came Of unadulterated love