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MY
SISTER CECILY
My
sister Cecily
Was born in September
And cried almost nonstop
Well into December.
Mom
blamed it on colic.
Dad stayed late at work.
Mom put in earplugs.
I went berserk!
Cecily
passed through
Her babyhood then,
And I wasn't bothered
Till she outgrew her pen.
She
toddled around
And was rather cute,
'Specially when toddling
In her birthday suit!
By
then she was dangerous
To all within reach;
She wanted MY stuff
Or else she would screech!
I moved my best Barbies
To the very top shelf,
But Sis learned to climb
Like a monkey - the elf!
When
dolls lost their heads
And my books were all torn,
I cried out to Mom
Late one Saturday morn.
"Put
them away!"
Was all she could say
As she rescued her perfume
From Cecily's play.
At
last Sis could talk.
Now she'd listen to reason,
But that wasn't to be,
At least not that season.
Clutching
Crayolas,
Round the corner she'd lurk;
And when I wasn't looking,
Color on my homework.
To
my cries of outrage
My Mother would say,
"Don't leave things out!
Put things away!"
I
didn't have time then,
I was late for school,
To even tell Mom that
My closet was full!
I
prayed as I ran
To beat the last bell
That Sis would miss my room
And all would be well.
And
so it appeared
When I came home that day
To work on my project
Of paper mache'.
I
built a volcano
And it looked so real;
I was beginning to think
An "A" was a steal.
Of
course it was vital
To get it to work;
Or, instead of an "A"
I'd just be a jerk!
I
went to Mom's kitchen
To gather supplies;
Mom was there baking
Some sweet apple pies.
She
lent me the vinegar,
Soda, balloons;
I was relieved
Sis was watching cartoons.
Quickly
I worked
To load up the volcano.
Then Sis came to HELP
So I shouted, "NO!"
Her
crying was soothed
By a bright pink balloon.
She was happy 'till supper
When we left my room.
My
project was done
And Sis hadn't touched it.
She loved her balloon
She tightly clutched it.
The
next day in science
It was time to perform.
So nervous was I,
The room seemed too warm.
The
kids and the teacher
All gathered around.
I pushed Mom's hatpin
And heard the "POP" sound.
Now
baking soda
Would do its great trick,
And out would come lava
Lively and quick!
But
then nothing happened,
I watched in dismay.
The volcano just sat there,
I started to pray.
The
children grew restless,
They hated to wait.
But my teacher leaned over
And sealed his fate.
My
volcano exploded,
As sometimes they do.
Pink lava flowed down,
His face just like GOOO!
The
children were laughing;
They thought that was rich
To see my prized project
Was just one big glitch!
What
had gone wrong?
It must have been Sis!
"Your volcano was blocked
By this balloon, Miss."
My
teacher held up
A balloon's sad remains.
I scolded myself.
I had putty for brains.
For the balloon that he held
Was Cissy's bright pink;
While I'd used a green one
For soda, I think.
I could just picture her
As she copied me,
Shoving her balloon
Inside the cone's Vee.
This
time I'd had it!
I was really mad!
I stormed home
To yell at my Mom and my Dad!
But
they looked so solemn,
Was something amiss?
My problem could wait.
I gave Mom a kiss.
She
smiled then-so sweetly,
And Dad gave a grin.
They had something to tell me.
Dad started, "Now, Lynn,-
We
know you love Cissy,
As much as we do,
And it's proved cause she bugs you
That she ADORES you!
So
we have decided
(That's me and your Mother)
To increase this family
By adding another.
This
little baby is due
Around June.
I went into shock
Would I lose my room?
That
night as I read
To my little Sis,
She reached up and hugged me
And gave me a kiss.
I
loved her. Who wouldn't?
She was like no other.
And maybe - the NEXT time
I'll get a BROTHER!
By
Marian E. Keen
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