For the times that I ignored you
And the times that I’ve envied you
Trying to be the older sister
But can’t put my mind across the fact
That you’re taller than me now
And you’re stronger
And more responsible
That I couldn’t be the one
To coax you when you were smaller
That I couldn’t be there to tell you what not to do
Only able to playfully hit you
And ask for things from you.
Like the tea that you always make for me
Or the jacket that you pick up for me.
That you have to deal with my screaming
And “awful singing”
But I’m sorry
that I’m not being there when you need me most.