LOVE, Kloudiia

My First Poem 

She was there when I was born;

When I was wailing, till now I am grown.

She knew so little then, yet so much;

That it never mattered if she is still young, but not at heart.

 

From the minute she got the crunch;

Every moment she bore the brunt.

Yet so steadily she marched on;

With more strength she bore, she is also worn.

 

With only love in her heart;

For family is her most important part.

Sometimes when her temper fouled;

All the rest of us may get riled and we shout.

 

She took it hard, and she took it rough;

Not on others, but on herself.

And so as the anger grows;

So does the seeds of misunderstanding sows.

 

Now that I am here;

Feeling lost and remorse from a fear;

That I may have lost her forever;

For even a day is eternal.

 

The clock do not turn time back;

Only love has this special knack.

To heal all wounds through words that hurt;

Only love is this special herb.

 

If you have seen her, please let her know;

I am still the same girl whom she love.

She is still the most important person in my life;

And this I will say till the day I die.

 

If you know her, you are lucky;

As a friend, she is genuine.

As a family, she is the protector, the planner and the mother;

She’s none other than, my sister.