My Big Sister's Hands
The day I was born,
You sang a happy little song.
Can I hold the baby!
You had waited for so long.
Your hands gently held me,
You cupped my little feet.
You said, "I'm your big sister",
Your words, genuine and sweet.
Your hands are ready helpers,
You love to hold me in your lap.
Dress me up, push the swing,
Keen to help with baths and naps.
Your hands are the heartstrings,
Reaching out to help me stand.
Offering comfort when I cry,
Clapping like my biggest fan.
Your hands are my teachers,
Sharing storybooks and games.
Performing song and dance,
Teaching me letters in my name.
Together as a family,
We will both grow old.
You're forever my big sister,
Who gave her heart of gold.
©Teri Harrison. Not for personal use.