My Baby Sister

He remembered years ago
back when he was little;
how much he had despised
that drooling little parasite.

She'd come into his world,
all puffy-cheeked and swollen,
but she couldn't fool him;
he saw right through her act.

Her cuteness was a facade;
for she was but a leech...
who hogged all the attention;
and stole all of his toys.

She giggled and laughed and hugged,
to win the adults' trust;
and when the time was ripe;
she bound them to her service.

They lived in mortal terror
of hearing a shriek of anguish...
she had them under her spell,
and used it to her advantage.

He remembered being in awe,
of her dark, powerful magic;
if she could do that to adults...
what could she do to him?

He tried to fight back,
to make the adults see;
He'd jab her with sticks,
and push her off her bed

He'd throw her toys away,
and hit her on her head;
he'd break vases and plates,
and blame her instead.

But every time that happened
they'd rush to her aid...
he simply could not win;
resistance was in vain.

For years, that's how he lived,
in a constant state of war;
he would never give up.
he couldn't let her win.

Until one day it stopped;
he had no hate for her...
they weren't exactly friends,
yet she wasn't his mortal foe.

And then before he knew it,
he was her best friend...
she'd come to him for help;
she'd seek out his advice.

He'd help her cram for tests,
and be there when she cried;
and when she had her nightmares,
he'd hold her through the night.

And as they grew older,
he hardly seemed to notice;
how much she'd grown on him;
how much he'd valued her.

For she was now his soulmate,
his backbone and his friend;
his favorite thing to go home to,
His pride and joy in life.

A single solitary tear
presently rolled down his face
as he hugged his little girl;
All grown up at her wedding

As it turned out,
he was right to fear her magic...
For despite his best efforts;
he'd never stood a chance.