Charlotte x

Mummy, can my friend please come for tea?
I know I have my sister, but she is only three!
I can't to talk her about her about music, or singers that I like,
She still plays with dolls and can't yet ride a bike.
And another thing mum, she keeps on breaking my things,
She talks too much and rhymes are all she sings.
Please mummy, let my friend come for tea,
Because we're the same size and she can sit next to me.

A few years have passed and not much has changed,
But me and my sister have grown and our room's been rearranged.
She rides her bike with her friends and they laugh at me when I pass,
'Just you wait till you get home' I spit, 'I'm gonna kick your arse!'

I'm now in my early twenties, with a child of my own,
And all I feel in recent times is down, scared, alone.
My friends don't understand my troubles and that really hurts,
Even my little sister is out socialising at parties and concerts.

Life has now moved on, and lessons have been learned,
And after four years of parenthood, my happiness returned.
My parents I should thank, for giving me a friend,
Who hugged me when I cried and on whom I can depend.
I wish I could go back and say sorry, make things right,
But I think she's already forgiven me, for she is coming here tonight.
Yes my little 'Big' sister will be joining us for tea,
And I have laid a place for her, right here next to me.

xxx