Baby sister's print

 "Blood makes us related; friendship and loyalty makes us family"


When you think about baby sisters',
There's something distinct..
Something flair about them,
Somewhat full of pleasance,
Introverted charm,
Particularly in their fluorescence;
Every part about them,
Plastered with tons of care,
And sweetly mellow like good wine,
Well.. about this lass,
Miss Lynn,
By the year,
She grows older and even taller,
Arguably towering,
In the confidence of her early twenties,
Her physical proportions are crisp,
Slant of knowledge evenly defined,
And set of energy and excitement in plenitude..
I'd bet,
If age were to stand up,
Tower over her,
She'd promptly take a leap,
Run for her life,
While intutively clutching,
The edge of tomorrow,
Close to her mortal heart,
Like a bunch of her most pricey shoes,
I'd exclaim, " Well, look at that!"
I wouldn't explode in laughter,
At least not just yet -
Since nothing is miserable,
Unless,
You think it so..
Until she trips,
And falls!
Ah! What a wrinkle! 😂

(Hahaha)
Being the big brother,
Who tolerates her questions,
And teases her unmercifully,
I'd remind her,
"Not even the pretty ones,
Are given the saltiness of attention,
Every other wake of time".

Age puts more wrinkles,
In our minds than faces,
(At least that's what I thought)
But when Lynn smiles,
Dauntingly nudges my arm,
Drive me crazy with her nonstop talking,
Then finally warms up to me,
Her rather innocuous acts,
Cajoles me out of my mood,
Quite literally ironing out,
My skittish countenance..
The kind that washes over you,
When the worry of life,
And the passing of time,
Violently pokes your conscious;
Albeit her rains fall too!
Some days in the occasional dark cloud of sorrow,
Other days in the arching streak of a promising rainbow,
Her simple resolve:
'LAUGH IT ALL AWAY!'
Try to catch a glimpse of Lynn,
Out of the most vulnerable corner of her life,
You'd acquiesce to this -
She's an airwave of musical note,
That beats between family,
And the serendipity of life,
In harmonious alternations,
While some music are to be tasted,
Others to be gulped down,
Only a few,
Deserve to be gracefully chewed,
And digested,
She's the lyrically palatable few!

Silentdreamer💭'17

WARM WISHES ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! BLESSINGS!❤