Dear John...

29 September, 1983 my baby brother was born
As he grew up his weight I used to scorn
I personally don't think I was a sister from hell
But let's just say I wasn't all that swell
I remember that he was tubby as a child
And very bully-able because he was so mild
Over the tv and the phone we used to fight
And I like to believe that I was always right
Apparently I used to pull his cheeks when in a rage
When there was not peace but war that waged
I knew he was terrified to wake me when I was asleep
For my temper was like a beating with a whip
I was always the more conniving and difficult one
I'd get away with almost anything I want done
Perhaps we did play together from time to time
And I suppose not being a doting sis is not a crime
But beyond the fights and tiffs we had
One thing that now makes me rather sad
I think my brother grew up feeling less than me
That he was never as good as I could be

As time went by we each grew up
Each other's lives we kinda bo-chuped.
Conversations were few and far between
Only at random family meals was the other seen
Conversation centred around that moment's dish
Along the lines of please pass the fish
I suppose growing up years are never easy
Especially when ure grappling with your own identity

More time passed and I don't even remember how it went
But a sibling relationship between us began
I'd go to his room and force him to talk to me
Or I'll sit on him and he'll cease to be
Although that's my way of being friendly
It's really kinda unreasonable, I can see
I often feel really bad
For many years, a good sister my brother never had
Now when we sit down and talk
Or go around the area for a jog
I'd wish we did this many years ago
That together, as brother and sister we'd grow
But I'm thankful that we did start
To understand each other's heart
And I am beginning to understand and see
That your heart is something I can only hope to be
You have a gentle and simple way
And I'm really proud of you today
I'm not saying that you're perfect
There are many things that you still lack
But I like you just the way you are
I know you have it in you to be a star
So I pray that you'll start believing in yourself
And not in things like looks and wealth
Believe that the Creator has a beautiful plan for your life
One that's free from confusion and strife
Step out from the shadow of yesteryear
Let there be no more doubt or fear
Though for a while we will be apart
Know that you're in my heart
Because my little brother you will always be
Even if you're way taller than me
Take good care of yourself while you're there
It may be expensive but please cut your hair
Everyday for you I will say a little prayer
For I know our Father up in heaven there
Will care for you and your every need
And you're in good hands indeed