My Baby Sister
For My Darling Little Sister, My Punky
I was the baby until my parents spoke of a surprise
that in seven months would appear before my eyes.
So, when seven, a babe came perfectly brand new.
I loved my baby dolls, so she was a dream come true.
Bro gave her a nickname that would stick like glue.
My universe would have lacked a great loving feel
if each year had not revealed more of her to adore.
Today, Punky, you do turn fifty, but what I see
is the feel of you as a curled-up preciousness
bundle lying in bed to cuddle-sleep with me.
In day, you would constantly rumble and stumble;
At night, lay as a pure, perfect, tender bundle.
You displayed the complete sweetness, baby love;
I had dreamed of and imagined in childhood play.
I love and enjoy the person you did become!
If being age fifty should ever overwhelm,
remember, to me, you are also number one.
Like silk, your presence spins warm rays of light
that brighten and adorn my personal world,
where you will always be my beloved, baby girl.
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