When You're Older

December 9, 2011
By Maeghan Wrobel BRONZE, Gilmanton Iron Works, New Hampshire
Maeghan Wrobel BRONZE, Gilmanton Iron Works, New Hampshire
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From the day that you arrived here
In your blue and violet casing,
I couldn’t really comprehend
The life I’d soon be facing.
You’d howl and wail at any hour
I, then, soon grew bolder
At two years wise, I promised you,
I’ll like you when you’re older.

With matching garb and sapphire eyes
And minds to play pretend,
We sensed the world that we had made
Would never come to an end.
But then you’d stomp and I would kick,
The feeling soon would smolder.
I’d sit and fume, and vow to you,
I’ll like you when you’re older.

At three whole hands, you’re so mature
With years beyond my own
But here I am, at seventeen
And still, I haven’t grown.
We’re children trapped in womens bodies
Our futures seem like boulders,
And I regret that I ever thought
I’ll like you when you’re older.

I still can’t look you in the eye
To tell you I was wrong.
To say I never liked you,
‘Cause I’ve loved you all along.

The author's comments:
My little sister and I have always had a very rocky relationship, and I've developed a habit of telling myself that it will get better with age, so it's okay to act like a jerk now. This is my way of saying that I adore her more than anything in the world, and I'm sorry for acting the way I did. There's no moment I would take away from the fifteen years we've had together.

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