Without You

Where would I be?

You watched me grow, just ahead of you.

You were my little frilly shadow for the longest time.

You told me stories through your sucked thumb, lisping my name.

You stood just behind me and said "Yeah!" in agreement, often.



I adored you.

You were my china doll.

I wanted to brush your teeth before you had any; your hair before it came.

You watched the anguish of my teenage years. You saw my pain.

You squirrelled it away in the back of your mind to soothe me in later distress.



I would have liked to have been more use to you during yours.



We stand together now, and say "Yeah!", side by side.