Being a sister is not so easy
With a brother who is an ‘Elf’ to start
With love and patience I do retort
Sense and reason is not for his sort
Rashness and violence is all he knows
Shielding him from harm is arduous to all
A game with him will end in war
Screams at me and pulls my hair
Tears my books and breaks my dolls
Scolding I get is not always fair
At last I retreat with a broken heart
The angelic smile on his sleeping face
Wipes the remorse for all his deeds
Clinches the love from my little heart
Gitanjali
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Author:
Gitanjali (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2022 01:13
- Comment from author about the poem: For my grand daughter
- Category: Family
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Comments5
Seeing a child asleep is so loving tkkkk.
Andy
Yes Andy. It's the only time the household has some peace
As mom's of every era, age, culture and creed have said... "angels when asleep!"
We have to underline when they sleep. Half the time they test your patience
The term 'unconditional love' so well expressed here.
Yes love of a sis is unconditional. Though she has to bear a lot of mischief
My daughter is three years older than my son, and what you've penned is so relatable to when they were children. That adorable sleeping face erases all the frustrations, and we start each day anew. So well penned!
My grand children are of the same age. It's what I observe when they are with us. Thank you Bella
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