I wrote this when I was about 15 or 16 and my sister 11 or 12. Lack of punctuation included.
My little sister is growing up
And she is beginning to venture
Exploring life in her little world
Sure to find great adventure
Being the older, I'm overprotective
Being the younger is hard
It's like she's got two mothers to obey
Both of us have up our guard
But that's a mother's place not mine
I have to let her go
She's so much like me in my ways
I don't want her to be just so
I protect her from my flaws
I want her to excel
I push for her to understand
But she's younger, and can't tell
I'm just trying to help her
But I've got to step back
She'll fly on her own wings
Carry her own burdens on her back
How else will she be independent?
How else will she find the right path?
For I can't help her, but give advice
And advice is what she hath
How will she use it?
Will it help her to succeed?
I've got my own trials and burdens
I can't give to all her needs
So I'm giving up and letting go
The bird will touch the sky
She just may need no push at all
To spread her wings and fly.