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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: 164    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.




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