To my youngest sister.

You are brave.
You don't know this, and I hope you never have to.
Keep in your little girl world for as long as you possibly can.
Overstay your welcome,

and never second guess yourself.
If you want to fly, try.
Skinned knees are marks of passion.

You'll find your own monsters, eventually.
You'll grow bored with your rain boots,
and you'll straighten your curls.

But you'll always be that girl to me.
The one who plunders through my makeup
and sneaks into my room when the dark
holds creatures of unfathomable doom.

Time will change you, dollface.
You'll break hearts and take names.
But never find yourself caught up,
and don't get swept away.

I'll remember you for the snow angels.
How you seemed like one yourself.
How sometimes, out of nowhere,
you were the only one who understood.