Little Sister

I’d called to say I’d be late,

But she’d tried to stay awake.

She lay there dreaming on the sofa.

Afraid to scare, I gently woke her.

And despite the lines around her eyes,

I saw a childhood in her surprise,

It came to me as I leant to kiss her.

She has your smile, little sister,

And as I continue my journey,

I’ll swing this memory,

Like a beacon,

Against the cold.

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