PRISSY SISSY

I was sorting though some memories and ran across this story of my daughter leaving her little brother's in their underwear because there was a boy she wanted to sit with on the bus. Dad did not think it was so funny. I left at 5 am for work, he got home at 8 from work. It was my daughter's job being several years older than her young brothers to get them dressed and on the bus.


PRISSY SISSY


You were my little princess, dressed in ruffles and bows.
Eyes of blue, sable brown hair and a button nose.
You would not play with dolls, but with the boys tractors made roads.
And you stayed perfectly clean, how, no one knows.
The brothers called you Prissy Sissy as a matter of fact.
And when you played ball, they made you chase it but would not let you bat.
You cared for your little brothers, read stories and sang them songs,
They'd wrestle you to the ground and hold you down to long.
You grew into a beautiful young lady,
Got interested in boys, too much, maybe.
Mornings you ere supposed to dress the little boys before the bus got there.
The bus came early, you ran off, left them standing in their underwear.
They were confused, did not know what to do, never left at home alone before.
They played and made messes and Dad was mad when he hit the door.
When you got home he sent you to bed,
How could you do that? You are grounded for a month he said.
Now you have gone to the Father above,
The family still tells all these silly little stories that we love.
Yesterday is gone, sad but true.
But it makes our hearts smile these memories of you.