i wonder what it’s like to have a sister
I wonder what it’s like to have a sister,
Someone I shared a room with as a kid,
We would share our clothes and laugh about boys,
Plastering pictures of Leo DiCaprio on our walls
And dreaming of careers in law and medicine
Or possibly an Oscar or an Emmy or Grammy.
Would we still be ever so close, or would
Some argument have ripped us apart?
An argument that we can’t remember starting.
Or are we still close, phoning each other nightly
And agonizing over husbands who misbehave
And jobs that didn’t turn out quite as we hoped.
It doesn’t really matter, because I don’t have a sister,
No-one to lean on and always be there,
But still I can dream that she exists in a life
A little bit easier than the one I know now.
I’m an only child and so I always wonder what it might be like to have a brother or sister. When I was a kid I thought it would be nice to have somebody to play with on holiday; now I think it would be nice to have someone to lean on in difficult times.
I’m sure people with siblings will have sometimes wished that they were only children, to have had all the attention to themselves and more expensive Christmas presents. But we all kind of think that the grass is greener on the other side.