You waded in the early dawn,

looking frightened,

and somehow sad.

well, all beautiful things seem sad,

in some way, tragic.

you stretched your delicate fingers,

and smoothed your long hair.

down the fingers went,

running like a comb through your hair,

as the waters rippled calmly,

my heart was racing,

never have my eyes beheld,

such a wonder,

your shoulders,

that waist.

oh, to be a smooth pebble,

carressing your toes,

oh, to but brush away the grey sand,

upon your feet.

the reverie was broken,

as the dawn red turned to yellow,

as the full light came out, from the waters,

and the sun rose,

and you, turning into a Honda Civic,

feet to wheels, hair to windsheild.

you drove off, Honda Civic,

and left me mesmerised.

why such midrange?

of all such automobiles,

why such a so-so thing?

you will not tell me.

i returned to the lake side,

many times hence,

seen many cursed or willful damsles,

turn to something else,

swans, weeping willows,

a vespa or two,

but never you.

never again.

I remember the night before.

The night before you were born.

We were sent to stay with a family friend.

Me, and your 2 other older siblings.

Emily broke her right arm,

for the second time.

I remember being tucked in,

with a promise to meet you in the morning.

I remember sleeping on that couch.

I don't remember the room,

I don't remember the hospital,

I don't even remember who all was with me.

I just remember 6 year old me,

Going to meet my baby sister.

I was sat down,

and I got to hold you.

You were asleep,

you were deposited into my eager arms.

But when you were moved,

you woke up.

You started to cry.

I look up at mom,

I was very concerned.

"Mommy, does she not like me?"

I know you don't remember,

But I do.

This is for my little sister. We are 5 years apart, which makes our relationship interesting. I remember this very vividly. We get along fine.