Give my sisters back their youth;
it only seems quite fair;
the happy lines from happy times
escaping slowly there.
For they were there in troubled times
to soothe a troubled brother,
Sacrificing time and smiles and things
unknown by mother.
In situations mom could never
understand from me,
a simple smile and 'that's okay'
were there to set me free.
And now that time is catching up,
and slowly robs us all,
they need a booster shot of youth
to lead them through life’s rise and fall.
For just one day I pray for them,
to feel their teenage youth again.
And bathe and bask within it then,
Release it, and then age again.
And know their smiles were medicine,
to those of us absorbing them.
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