In Cherries Colour Poem by Mustafa Ghuneim

I look at you, with this look I have everytime you stupid things up,
Maybe thousand times I told you' watch out dumb,

I hear you scream, when you are tense,
But I still see the cheers on your face when you feel satisfaction,
Sometimes you're weak, I see your tears,
Sometimes you're feeling overwhelmed, and I dun trace what you say,
Sometimes I feel we gonna die, because of the speed of your drive,
Sometimes I feel they should take your license away,
Sometimes, Manytimes, to me,
as many as the times I drank your tea,

I dunno how does it feels like,
To be the older sister,
Smaller in size,

I dunno how does it feels yet,
How to be twenty two of age,
to turn a mature page with your little mind,

How do sand gets in my shoe,
And I feel like to talk about,
To find that there is place for my words,

How do things gets better,
Then get worse,
Yet get better again,
with all the joy and all the pain,

I am lucky, because I knew How does it feel,
to have an elder sister..