Listening to your stories...
laughing and sometimes shouting...
never realised how time passed...
best were your songs..
your rubbish theories of right and wrong...
and all your sports news...
listening to them for no use...
enjoyed them anyway..
i'll know everything about chelsea, lampard and nadal someday....
When'll you grow up and, become strong and tough..
can't see anyone trouble you...
if i could kill them, i would do..
one day will come...
when you'll say akka grow up...
(akka means elder sis)
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Thoughtful poem. There is nothing like having syblings, sisters and brothers.