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.

Much Love

Rachel xx