One More Day With Her

We played all day long, me and my sister.
Our feet wet and sore, and full of blisters.

The sun is setting and we should go home.
Wave goodbye to our friends the Mccolms.

With our flip flops in hand we walk away.
How we wish that we could stay and play.

Our hair wet from our dip in the nearby creek.
The world slowed from the havoc we wreak.

We smile at eachother in memory of the day.
One more dip, we are in trouble already anyway.

That day is gone though, and now we are grown.
Past the days of childish acts and trouble sown.

I miss our fights, I miss her jokes, I miss my life
When I was a daughter, a sister, and nobody's wife.

We hardly see eachother anymore, merely voices
On a phone to one another, we have no choice

The days of childhood have all but vanished.
Our childish, disorderly ways we have to banish.

I see my own children outside in the grass at play
With my sister, how I wish for only one more day.