The Gift That You Are

Hours slipped by for days on end,

as I sat alone whilst aching for a friend.

No one at school really liked me

no matter how friendly I aimed to be,

the little girl with too many problems

just wanted a friend, you see.

I was five years old and upon a star I wished,

with every hope in me that my life

would be better from that day forward

despite all the pain I had been dished.

No one around back then seem to understand me

despite every time I tried to explain,

but after so long of being ignored

all I could do was try not to go against the grain.

I wanted to be normal and loved,

someone who would be there to understand

aside from the Lord above.

Then when I was six I was graced with a gift,

together we could travel through life -

and when we fall down

each other we could lean on and lift.

At six years old my mother tried to calmly explain,

that I was going to have a sibling

and my excitement was one that I could barely contain.

Three days before my next birthday

she was brought into the world,

and I promised that I would protect her

to the best of what I could do..

just as the tears unfurled.

I was told I could name her

which was such an important job,

'they were crazy for giving it to... me.'

I thought with a sob.

Nevertheless I name her Tiffany

I held her and looked at her with so much love,

because I know that God answered my prayer

from his throne somewhere up above.

We are in two different states now

though our love for each other still remains,

for from that moment all those years ago

was an instant bond that could endure all

of life's corrupting pains.

My wish for her is to always keep her head up

and know that she was the prayer,

that God granted me to let me know

that he is still always there.