Sibghatullah Khan - A Sister's Song
My Sweet little brother, <br />how I love to see you run around the house, <br />the park, the playground, and be the light <br />of my eyes! Here I am, your sister, <br />following your trail, your magical moves! <br />I'm not as fast as you are, <br />nor I'm destined to be; <br />I'm not as strong as you are, <br />nor I'm destined to be. <br />I know you are very daring <br />but I may be just caring: <br />my eyes ride your back, <br />lest you should fall, <br />and you go about your games <br />and call others wonderful names. <br /> <br />I'm waiting dear brother, waiting <br />On the margin to take you home <br />‘fore it gets dark', mother said, <br />‘fore it gets dark.'<br /><br />Sibghatullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sister-s-song/