Tuesday 20 November 2012

Following Him Around!

Well, remember the little girl I've been telling you about, lately? She has one more very important person in her life...

Wearing a pretty little frock,
A red ribbon in her hair
The little one peddled away,
On her little bicycle, looking everywhere

She was sure he'd gone that way,
She'd seen him leave before
She'd asked him to wait for her,
But he had just run out the door

He'd left with his friends,
To her, they looked big and wise
She was just a little kid,
Just not one of the guys

Still she was determined to find him
She had no one else to go to
Who else would play with her?
No one, she thought, knowing it was true

Ringing her little bell,
She crossed over to another street,
Not seeing a big stone, she tripped
And got a big scratch on her feet

Big fat teardrops rolled down her cheek
As she saw a tear on her favorite dress
Her hands were scraped, so were her knees
Dirt and dust everywhere, she was a mess

She got up again slowly,
Picked up her cycle and walked
Sniffling but trying to be a big girl,
Still a little bit shocked

She reached the playground finally,
And breathed out in relief
There he was, with his friends
Now, he'd take away her grief

And he turned around,
As she called out his name
But his smile turned into a frown
And angry he became

And she got scared
As he walked towards her,
How annoyed he was the last time,
Now she seemed to remember

He seemed a bit embarrassed,
And roughly told her to go away
He didn't give her a chance to speak
He said he had to go back to play

As he started to turn away,
He noticed something on her knee
Her face red and swollen
The little frock torn and dusty

He felt a tinge of worry and shame,
And stopped down to see her properly,
With a finger, he brought her chin up
She was hurt, now he could see

He felt his heart twist painfully,
Because it hadn't been her fall alone
That had caused all the hurt
But a mistake of his own

He took her little hand in his,
And kissed her on the cheek
He told her, "I'm sorry kiddo"
And then started to speak


"You can play with me,
Any and every time you say"
"I'll teach you everything I know,
You'll be a pro one day"

As she smiled a little at that,
His game and friends, he forgot
And they started walking home
Like a big brother he thought

Never run ahead to leave her behind,
He'd always catch her if she fell
Just as she was to their parents,
She was his baby, as well

He'd scare her with spooky stories,
But then calm her down after a while
He'd fight with her like anything
Then make her laugh and smile

He'd be there for her each day,
He'd be her best friend
He'd give her advice without preaching
With her, he'd never pretend

While crossing the same street where she'd fallen,
The little girl had a thought of her own
She could follow her big brother around now
And she turned to whisper a thank you to the stone

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This one was for my big brother's birthday on the 25th of October! <3

Pic Courtesy: Google!

1 comments:

  1. Fantastic one. It made me cry. You made my heart ache for the little doll that you were. I could imagine you with big chubby cheeks hanging out and big eyes full of unshed tears and the small little sweet mouth pouting and trying to be brave and hide the hurt. Loved it. No better tribute to your darling , doting ,adorable, hero of a brother than this post.

    Mumma

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