Oh, how I hated you
when you first came out.
The hype surrounding you
soured my stomach,
made me want to shout.
However, my sister was entranced
dazzled by your mediocre story,
and jazzy (scratchy to my ears) bops.
She couldn’t stop singing them
over and over and over,
played the DvD on repeat
until they were scratched
and couldn’t play the movie
smoothly, the bumps on its track
gone skewed, wack.

You would always be gifted back to her,
though, one way or another.
Mom and Dad buying another DvD,
watching it on the Disney Channel
on a boxy TV,
Nana buying you all the merch,
And Granny buying Disney Plus
so that you can continue to watch it
in your older age.

My sister is now 32
and she still finds enjoyment
in those High School Musical tunes,
for while the years pass,
her mind remains
at a young, innocent age.
Extra chromosome 21,
causing her mind to remain pure
but her heart to become poor.
With each passing day, we can’t help
but wonder, how long until the end
and will she outlive, even my father?

So, while I used to hate you,
your Bops to the Tops,
your all things Fabulous,
your I Don’t Dances, and
your Bet On Its.
Your Boys Are Back,
your Screams,
your All In This Togethers…
you’ve brought my sister immense joy
and many a storm you’ve helped us to weather.
You’ve better connected us
in more ways than you could know.
So thank you, too something that seems insignificant,
but has made my sister a world of difference.