Elizabeth

From birth
You grew beside me
Kept me so company
My little angel.
Don't grow.
I don't want you to grow.
Stay at this age
On your music-box stage.
I never want to let you go.
I watch you
You're dancing
You're swaying and singing
And your body is so innocent and small.
Stayed curled up on my bed
With those thoughts flowing freely
From your bobbing head.
Oh must your little bones grow at all?
Don't rush outside
No, it's a dangerous world.
But I don't balme you
I was that young, and that girl.
But I remain so quiet and strong
No, I dare not let on
That I want you to stay so sweet forever-
My beautiful little sister.