Portraits of My Sister
It pains me that I was not there for you when you underwent the most change.
I missed out on all your transition periods, your milestones.
I couldn't teach you what I knew, what I've been through.
Birthdays, graduation, heartbreaks.
I hold fast to what remnants there are of our childhood.
Memories, photos. The silly games.
They fade, they get lost. We stopped playing.
But I have never changed what I thought of you.
My fondness of you remains steadfast and unwavering.
In fact, it grows, as the maturing of trees -
Taller, bigger, stronger.
Though I am still getting to know you,
And you me...
Know this -
You are my sister,
and none shall replace you.
I miss you, my sweet sister.