My Sister

• Ayla Reeves , Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

My sister is a pain at times,
Like tangled earphones are.
She gets into all my stuff,
When I leave my door ajar.

She always wants to play my games,
She knows that she’s too young.
And when she takes my iPad,
Anger travels on my tongue.

She steals my paint for her slime,
I think they’re on the run.
She joins in all my sleepovers,
And ruins all the fun.

She calls me names and copies me,
And annoys me like no other.
Still, I guess, it could be worse,
She could have been a brother.