How is it that though
You’re 13 months younger than me
You seem to know
So much more, you’re worldly and savvy
Street smart, wise
Oh the life in those eyes.
It was I who jumped in to your bed
When it was thunder storming
And me you comforted
While visiting people in mourning.
I don’t think twice when
To seek your advice
I value dear sis.
According to the order of our birth
I should be the sage
But that concept has no worth
Wisdom has nothing to do with age.
I worry that your knowledge
Comes from life experiences hard fought
You didn’t learn all this in college
But the lessons hard blows of life taught.
I’m grateful for your comfort
And always sound direction
I consider you an expert
And wish I could offer you protection.
I love you little sis
And thank you for the shoulder
Though something feels amiss
Like you should be the older.
(An Epistle Poem)