This poem is about my relationship with my older sister, and how she affects my life; it’s about change, evolution, and finding myself. This is for you, Oona.
When I was 5
And you were 6
I always used to cry when you got in trouble
’Cause I didn’t want to do anything without you.
Dad would say
“Oona can’t watch the movie with you”
“She’s in trouble”
But I would cry until you could.
When I was 12
And you were 13
I was fine with you getting in trouble
But I only liked Doctor Who because
You liked Doctor Who
And we could talk about it
For hours on end
Until I started to like it for myself.
Now I’m 15
And you are 16
Next year is your last at home
And I’m scared for you to leave
Because I’m not sure what living without you is like.
But I’m excited
To learn what liking Doctor Who by myself is like.