
you were little green crocheted blankets
and warm soft baby clothes
snuggled up
taking a bottle
soft hair, soft eyes
crying
laughing
i remember when mom picked your name
and how it fit
you were the light
the laughter
it isn't easy being firstborn
like you think
having to lead
having to love above all
but it is the order of things
and when the laughter is gone
and the light disappears from your eyes
the love is still there
you don't remember
children i loved as my own
the big sister
the little mother
big sisters will always be big sisters
to little sisters
and you will always be the little sister
even when you're big
even when you have children of your own
there will always be a firstborn


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Which is to say, nothing is inherently easy, you know?
Beautifully done Kathy.
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