My Baby Sister
Dedicated to one who tolerates the nickname, Punky Pooh,
My Baby Sister, Lizzy, With All My Love
There was a time pre-Pooh. At seven, came life with Pooh.
I do not know what my known universe would do
without gifts from each of her ages, Punky-attitudes.
Today, Punky, you do turn fifty, but what I see
is the feel of you all curled up, snuggled so small
and laying in my bed, asleep right beside me.
In day, you would constantly rumble and stumble;
At night, lay as a pure, perfect, tender bundle.
You were completely the joy of promise and love;
totally the baby I had always dreamed of.
Now, how I love the person who you have become!
If being age fifty should ever overwhelm,
remember, to me, you are also number one.
Like silk, your life has spun extra rays of warmth and light
that softly brighten and adorn my personal world,
where you always remain as my beloved, baby girl.
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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