Big Brother

Once again complaining
You take little sister to school.
I wonder if it is Norwood Elementary,
as you navigate our back lane day after day.
The focus of your discontent is wearing a pink, furry hat
and pink mittens as she skips ahead of you
You’re still muttering at the world at large,
When suddenly a vehicle comes out of the side lane
Without thinking, you grab little sister, and hold her close,
as the car speeds past.
Released, she runs off giggling.
Almost caught caring
I hear you yell at her “not to cross the fricking intersection without you!”
Eyes intent on the traffic,
You take her hand and cross  the street.