Fierce Little Sister
She was a fierce little sister No filters over her cupid bows Standing in the keep of bully's shadow Shouting "Enough" holding sharded Pieces of his Christmas train Appearing at the sound of his cries A gusting pint-sized superhero Hands clenched on tiny hips Shouting away the bitter taste Of bullied words still choking his throat She was a fierce little sister, pig tails Bouncing in fierce indignant protection Of my flung big brother dignity As she shouted "Out" And I sullied in shame flung in the dirt Rose in amazement and watched as go, he did.
I love the fierce little sister in her pigtails and wrath. Adorable!
ReplyDeleteWonderful portrait! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHe realized he had gone too far. She did well then and will go far that is sure.
ReplyDeleteYeah, way to go!
ReplyDeleteOh Pearl, I love this! There is nothing to match little sister indignation and anger...bullies beware.
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You just described my little sister!! LOL!
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