My Sister The Master

Like an indentured servant to her master,

On my face, a smile is plastered

For my big sister, the master.

Sisterly love is what I seek from my master

And if I work hard enough,

That love is what I'll capture.

I'll fetch her purse and do her chores

And if I'm good enough,

Her love will be my reward.

I wait patiently

As I do what I'm told

And hope, from her, I won't get pushed into the cold.

My sister once loved me, like all sisters do.

Then she grew up

And I became old news.

Sister, I love you

And you must know its true

But remember: I need your love, too.