And when I passed that phase,
You stood at my back.
I was wearing just a summer dress,
Crowing out some inane tune.
You wore what you always did,
Trust. And your heart on your sleave.
I smacked you one day,
Square in the face.
Remember? when you pissed me the fuck off?
You smacked me back.
Such a defiant little whack.
And I realised we were now equals.
I saw my child's heartbeat.
And was overwhelmed, yes, DROWNED!
[with the same over-protective urge]
That I felt as I stood in front of you,
Taking the hit, and all the abuse.
Years from now,
When we're Mom's and Auntie's age,
Are we still gunna be us? Best Friends?
my little sister.