A poem I wrote about my sister.
|Let me tell you, mister,
I have a little sister.
She drives me crazy.
She smiles like a daisy.
She makes me want to scream
Sometimes, she can be mean.
Her job is helping others,
Even those with overbearing mothers.
She takes pleasure in being a pest,
She never gives it a rest.
She calls me when she’s in need.
But my advice, she doesn’t heed.
She follows her heart,
And she is usually pretty smart.
She has her own personality,
Unique beyond reality.
She can be a lot to handle,
But she shines brighter than any candle.
We may not always get along,
But I know together is where we belong.
Though we aren’t in the same country,
We support each other boldly.
We always have each others backs,
Even if peace, our relationship lacks.
After all, she is my sister,
And let tell me you, mister,
I am prouder than words can say,
To be her sister everyday.