My sister makes my mother laugh.
I get overwhelmed, worn out, grim
Until my mother says, who is she?
She’s here all the time!

But my sister grins
And says outrageous things
And makes my mother laugh.

My sister sings to her,
Dances her across the room
As she struggles to the couch
Says, where do you want to be, mom?
The couch or the chair, where to you want to be?

My mother sags, leans - I want to be alive!