This Piece is Called a Sister Poem

I know I was not there when you strode your way out of Mom's womb

But I would know just how your first cry should have sounded like

I would remember the way your tiny fingers might have curled into a perfect set of pink clouds

Or how your little feet must have trooped into our hearts

I would know, at that moment, that I had recognised you somewhere in Mom's tears and Dad's smile

And I just knew it! You would make a perfect partner in crime

My little sister has the knack for weathering the storm with a bubble gun

She could soothe a raging tornado into a gentle breeze

And should she walk through hell, she will come out of it with Cerberus as her pet

Maybe that's how my little sister picked her own name when she was six

But my little sister is just another black sheep in the family

She knows all too well how to origami her sadness into a perfect shape of laughter

She tucks wit in every space of the conversation

And hoping with patient anticipation that you could pick up the jokes

That is how she talks, how we talk

Know that she might seem at first like a wet blanket

Because she is not good at starting the conversation

And she will look for every exit in every conversation

So when you talk to her

Be sure to make room for laughter in every corner of your story

She has grown to be the person she's always meant to be

Imperfect, full of rough edges and kind

The early twenties have hit her hard

But I know she knows that they don't hit harder than our Mom

Addendum

To the man who is now dating my sister

I know that my Dad is not perfect

But he shows my sister how a man should love her woman

And that a man should never lay a hand on her woman

He knows how happiness should sound like in her laughter

He would never forget the perfect shape of delight in her smile

He teaches her that laughter is also a love language

So, on behalf of my Dad, I would like to let you know

That my Dad and I would notice if there is sadness quivering in her laughter

We would recognise the misery on her smile hanging from her lips

And we would know that you fucked up!

You may not be able to love my little sister the way my Dad does

You don't have to try to be like him

But please, be a home for her where she can feel like she belongs

And while she stays in it, do not forget to spare some spaces for laughter

You both can enjoy in the rainy days

Do not suffocate her with toxic masculinity shit because we have taught her what that is

Instead, let her help you build your life together

Because she knows well what to do

Because I know, the moment she walked out of our Mom's womb, my little sister would make a perfect partner in crime!