Little Sister

Do you remember

            when fairy dust could still make you fly?

            when sticks were pirate swords and pistols?

            when a knee scraped meant certain death?

Do you remember

            when winter meant running barefoot in the snow?

            and summer meant playing in the hoes?

Do you remember

when we would hold hands and become twins?

when leaves, mud and orange berries were witches potions?

Do you remember

            hot nights in yellow rooms?

            snowball fights and red balloons?

            Grandparent’s cats held upside-down?

            and screaming fights that would get too loud?

I remember

            laying down, just you and me.

            first kisses, first bike rides, and last cookies.

I remember

            how you cried and screamed when I tried to run away.

I remember

            all those scary stories, told late at night

dancing on the trampoline

            and all our stupid fights