You grew in strength and grasped your dreams,
Alone from all the rest.
Your siblings fled for fields and streams—
You, last to leave the nest.
Mom cried. Dad gasped, “What if she falls?”
But much to their delight,
Through winds and rains and storms and squalls,
You spread your wings in flight!
With unsure legs and crooked eyes,
Who would have thought you’d soar?
But fly you did, through rainbowed skies,
To reach your destined shore.
Your laughter fills all those who hear
The trill upon the sky.
As you flit by, we hold you dear,
Your brothers four and I.
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~For my baby sister, Kathleen~
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