Dear Little Sister

Little sister,

When you couldn't reach dishes from the cabinet, I would grab them for you. 

When you couldn't pronounce the words right, I would speak them for you. 

When you weren't sure what to wear, I would put it together for you.

When you were in trouble, I handled it for you.

When you were hungry, I cooked for you.

When you were offended, I raised Hell for you.

When you needed a ride, I drove you.

When there was a spider, you killed it. You know how I feel about spiders, there is no way I could help you there.

Tonight I sit with my stomach in knots for you. I sit and worry for you. I sit and think positive for you and conjure up peace for you.

Tomorrow is a big day for you. It's a scary day but, a hopeful and exciting day. I feel like I should be camped out at the hospital for a week in case you need something. I wish I could shoo this thing away. I wish I could call it's mother and tell it off for you. I wish I could ease all your worry and all of your pain. I wish I could drive you away from it and keep you safe from it. I wish I could bring dad to you.

You are strong and brave and been down a long road already. Keep going strong. Finish strong and show it who's boss. I'll see you in a few days.

I love you, Little Sister. I'm in your corner, cheering you on, where I always have been.

Love, 

your Big Sister.

 

The Light

We are light.

We follow light.
We run from light.
We create light,
and extinguish light.

We bathe in light.
We hide from light.
We are inspired by light,
and we are blinded by light.

We cherish light.
We abuse light.
Light burns inside,
and light brightens outside.

Light brings peace.
Light brings fear .
Light is yours,
and what you make of it, dear.

Light is you and I. 

Light is night and day.
Light is ideas, goals, and dreams.
Light is failure, pain, and grief.

Light is your abandoned past,
and light is the open road ahead.

Light brings you home.
Light leads you astray.
Light speaks to you,
and tells you the way.

Light is scary.
Light is real.
Light is dark,
when you refuse to feel.

We breath light.
We drink light.
We dream of light.

Live light.