Poetry by Kat

My little sister

For Aimee.

It's been a while since I've hugged my little sister. Not that I don't want to, it's just she shoves and pushes me away any time I get close. I don't think that means she hates me, affection seems to be an embarrassment to her. She likes to be independent, likes to be 'brave' she likes not needing help. But I don't.
I miss my little sister, even if she hasn't gone anywhere. I miss the little girl that begged me to play barbies with her. I miss the little girl that would play hide and seek and claim to be the best even if I could see her feet underneath the curtain.
I miss her giggle.
I miss her smile.
I even miss the petty arguments we had.
I miss her little eyes that sparkled like peridot.
I guess it's normal, that she's growing up.
And I'm supposed to accept that she won't always be my little girl. But I can't accept it
I see that little girl in her smile and her eyes.
Her nails
Her hair
Her pearly teeth.
I don't see the girl she is, but the girl she was.
The one that couldn't sleep with the lights off.
The one that was afraid of monsters under the bed. I have pictures of her, frozen in time, a permanent reminder of that girl.
My girl.
Even if she doesn't know it, I'll always look out for her. I'll always be there for her, for the little girl that lives within her. I just wish I could see her.
Just for a moment.
Just to let her know,
I love her.