She's my sister

Poetry By: Penelope Garenther
Poetry

I was always lucky to have siblings even though I'm the middle child and picked on the most by the older ones, I had a little sister who knew how to make me laugh until I cried and would take my hand and drag me outside barefooted to just run in the rain or whatever.

Submitted:Jul 31, 2008 Reads: 155 Comments: 2 Likes: 2

Swinging on the tangles of our dreams,

Walking side by side through the darkest of times,

From the corner’s of her eyes was a gleam,

She’d laugh out loud and run and commit no crime,

I’d chase after her through the glades,

A harmony we would sing

I’d always find her in the shade

Lounging like a king

Like a tongue twister,

I was blessed to see her as my sister.