Confessions III

Dear Sister,
I now know how difficult
I once was for you –
working with children
changes your perspective.
I must confess
that I am sorry
for throwing my doll at you,
for yelling
when you curled my hair
the wrong direction,
for poking at our brother
until his rage appeared,
for making up songs
the whole ride home,
and asking you to stay and play
instead of going to the movies
with your friends.
Feel free to drop your kids off
at any time.