My Sister Left Home...Part I Poem by sania harris

My sister is leaving home
Leaving ever for Rome
Her return is to be history
Enchanted by an untold mystery

I hated her, oh-so much
Her and her stupid lot of friends
Bossy, screaming, arrogant girls
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more knocking before entering
No more kicking and screaming
I don’t have to listen to her muttering
And a big room, I’ll get to myself at last
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more tears, no more cry
No more fear or dark red eyes
I can chat so long, no one to bother
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!

No more busy phones
No more messy rooms
No more itchy-bichy screaming tones
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home

Poor gnomes of poor Rome
Feel pity for their near future
To listen to her, to resist her
Oh- I’m so happy she’s leaving home!


(written for SAFAH HARRIS, when she left home)