A tribute to my sister

A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost. 

 ~Marion C. Garretty

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When Mom brought me home you didn't like me taking up your lap. 

You took my toys, knocked me over- it all made me laugh. 

It was you that showed me how to pretend.  

We were a raggly pair of hot shots in our under-roos.

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Before each ballet class Mom used to shove my chubby cheeks into tights.

You didn't laugh, because you knew she would be coming after you next.

When I had to take piano lessons, you looked relieved.

You always clapped on the front row of my recitals,
even if you zoned out through most of it.

An old relative gave me that chipped chalkboard.

You only complained a little when I made you sit with the stuffed animal class,
but maybe the homework was a bit excessive.

Childhood best friends, turned into teens that clung to each other for support.

I made the friends, we were a package deal.

We were both shy, didn't fit in except with each other.

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Our relationship was so easy back then.

Today, you have arguments stuck in your head, voices, anxious expectations
that make everything strained.

A very close friend of mine lost her sister yesterday.

I thought of you.

I love you, because of the history we share.

I love you because you care.

I love that even now with a single look I can make you laugh.

I love when you think you singing isn't tone deaf.

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Hug your sister today!