My baby,My sister.
My baby, my sister
One day,
when I four
My parents
came home,
With a baby
girl
I looked at
them,
With an
ocean of questions in my eyes.
"Look!
She is your l'il sister"
And gave me
a glimpse of her.
I saw her,
tiny and delicate
Face to pink
and pale.
Hands and
legs so small.
Lips so soft
and pea-size ears.
Eyes so sparkling,
with charms in it.
Never seen
anything so beautiful
To flutter
my heart, for so long.
There she was
a gift, a precious one.
My baby, my
sister!
She grew up an inch
by inch,
Year by year
And I wouldn’t
spare a moment
To be with her,
play with her.
Or at times
just watch her sleep.
When she
first held my hand, that moment
That very
moment,
Made me her protector,
her slave!
I raised a
baby on my own
And I called
her my sister.
She is the
one full of mischief,
That never
fails to put a smile on me.
With heart
of gold and purity in her soul
Sometimes stubborn,
sometimes full of anger
But at the
end of the day
She reaches
out for me.
Even if she
is young now,
Growing up
and living upon her own
For me,
she'll forever be that baby girl
I saw for
the first time.
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