Don't Frown

So I found this poem a couple days ago.  I don't know when it was written, but it's obvious to me who it was written for.  If I had to guess a year, I would say 1992 or 1993.  It's about my sister.  She is ten years younger than me, so she would have been two or three when I wrote this.

Don't Frown

Please don't frown,

My dear sweet child.

Smile, Emily,

Smile like a clown.

Oh, I wish

For a change,

That down on the range,

You and I could talk.

We could talk and walk,

Walk down the old farm road

To the old red barn

With bales and bales of hay.

We would get in the loft

And we would feel the soft gray kittens there.

Emily, my dear, I am of all people

Here for you in your time of sorrow.

If you're ready we will talk

Talk of your past and of your tomorrow.

Tell me, tell me of your feelings.

Tell me of your dealings.

Would I intrude?

Would I just be an interlude?

If I were to want to be

Your best friend?