After having two children, the couple thought
their family was done; it had been nine years
since the last one.
But surprise, surprise, the stork struck one
more time, the oldest was twelve, the youngest
nine.
She sat her girls down to tell them, but they
were too excited as they had a brand new puppy.
Mom told her girls gently, they were going to
have a baby, and the puppy would have to go.
They wailed, Mom, we love the puppy, we
don’t want another baby, you know”
When I was born, many, many times, when I angered
my sisters, my being the youngest was just unlucky
when time and time again, they taunted and teased
“we still want the puppy!”
Wherever they went, Mom cried, “take your little
sister with you.” They always moaned, “Mom, do
we have to?”
This went on my whole life through, being a little sister
was not always an easy lot, when they taunted and
teased, “Even Mary could do that.”
But it wasn’t that bad, because whenever they said
I couldn't do something, I always proved them wrong.
Earning their respect didn’t take long.
Siblings are funny creatures, the oldest has the responsibilities,
the middle one is often ignored. And if you’re a little
sister, then you know, you’re job is to get picked on!
We’re all grown now, I’m in my 50s, my sisters their 60s,
but this is something we now find funny, every once in awhile
they come out with:
"We still want the puppy"
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Smile this was a wonderful poetic story told through the heart of the author.
Comforting to know they finally got over having a "Little Sister"
and now feel blessed to have you.
All the best Mary and take care,
Gwendolyn
Coming from a large family myslef
I know where you coming from
An enjoyable write
Peace Be with you
William
I wonder how many would swap their siblings for a pet that just might do as they are asked?
Or for that matter, how many parents would swap their kids for a pet that doesn't talk back?
ROFL...
But nothing beats siblings.
Good memory lane you have taken us to.
Georg
They sure are, but all of them should still have puppies!
Be always safe,
Karen
With Love,
Cindy
Fee
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Such a wonderful poem, perfectly written and heartwarming! My youngest daughter was born when I was 41, she came after her sister who was 13 then. Maybe because they were only three, the youngest got really spoiled by the two. I like the poem very much!
Cynthia
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D