Birth of a sister

First there was one then there were two
what a surprise for me and you

We knew before, she was not a mister
Now I sit with my darling sister

Her hands are so small and her eyes are so knowing
When I look again I can see her growing

We sit and chatter in our own sweet way
But leave the hard bits for another day

Gurgles and giggles a secret untold
The language between us begins to unfold

My little sister, so cute and tender
I will become her strongest defender

Mike Wall 2011

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