My sister is crushing me with all her weight.
Her smile is mixed with a lot of love,
And a little hate.
She loves to pick me up in the morning,
Sometimes almost dropping me without warning.
When I was a tiny baby she would get right in my face and scream,
My parents stand mortified but it made me beam.
My pacifier gets wiped when it falls on the floor,
My sister got hers sterilized as part of her lore.
When I'm 6 months, I grab out of curiosity,
For my territorial sister, it creates such animosity.
My crib, high chair, and safety seat are all second hand,
At my age though, I could care less about the name brand.
My first time walking may not be as thrilling as was my sis,
But for me, I'm filled with just as much bliss.
From one to two,
There are few breaks for either of you.
Now Mom and Dad, you have a series of divide and conquers,
Arguing over who's the neediest will drive you bonkers.
Lester J. Hartman, MD