Ode To a Not So Little Sister

A Poem By Kassady // 10/30/2012

You fold the panties,
Very small,
And put them in their pile.
You fold the little boy shirt,
You fold your dad's boxers,
Then you reach for the jeans,
That practically fill the whole basket,
You hold them up,
Look at the tag
And frown in confusion,
The waist looks too small,
fo you,
The length legs are just right,
You haven't ever seenthem before,
They can't be yours.
You run up the stais,
Calling "Mommy,
Are these yours?"
She looks at the tag,
Looks at the legnth,
and shakes her head,
"Your sister's,"
She proclaims,
Like a dooming sentence.
For a moment yur shoked,
Apeechless as you,
At the jeans,
Long enough to fit you.
"No Way!"
You cry in disbelief,
Not wanting to beieve.
Suddenly in your shock,
She comes to claim,
"Those" jeans.
"Yeah, those are mine."
You shake your head,
Looking at the length,
And largeness.
"I could fit these,"
You exclaim, holding the up,
To show you mommy and sister.
Your mommy smiles,
Shakes her head
"Don't even think to try them on."
You shake your head,
"No my bottom is too big for these."
You look back to your,
"Little" sister,
And shake head again in despair.
She grins proudly,
And measures up to you,
hip to hip,
Your legs are the same length,
"I'm up to your eyebrows,"
She proclaims with a,
evil smile,
"How can this be!"
You cry gaping,
Your mommy just shakes her head,
"You have a longer torso,
but she's gaining down on you."
"Thanks" you think,
And look back down at the big girk jeans,
Which shouldn't,
Fit your littl sister.
You sigh and bug out your eyesm
While your mommy laughs.
"Wow" you can't help saying,
and over,
and over,
You realize with a pangm
That your not the,
Only one growing up,
And soon your little sister,
Will surpass you.
"Is it coming so soon?"
You ask yourself,
Sadness filling your heart,
You look back down,
At "Those" jeans,
And turn back to folding,
Calling behind your back,



I remember this with my brother, and now my little sister is creeping up on me, too. You did a good job putting that feeling into words. It takes humility to be an older sibling, doesn't it? :)

Kyleigh | Tue, 10/30/2012

I know what you mean! It's

I know what you mean! It's shocking. I literally have to look up to you-know-who now. It's so weird. *They* are like, two inches taller than me. And it sounds like your sister will be, too! Ah!

Madeline | Tue, 10/30/2012

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way


Thanks for commenting!
I know! And my sister's feet are bigger than mine now! EEKS!

Kassady | Tue, 10/30/2012

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
Write On!


I can totally relate to this. Why does it seem like the younger ones grow up faster than we did? While I'm now staying the same height that I've been for at least a year, Emma and Sarah are wearing my clothes and my shoes and Felicity is wearing a dress I wore when I was her age and I still can't think of them as the ages they are, because they still seem little to me. Sniff. It's the happy-sad world of growing up. Good poem!

Laura Elizabeth | Wed, 10/31/2012

The best stories are those that are focused, unassuming, and self-confident enough to trust the reader to figure things out. --



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