Treasure Island

Randi Nicole Dement

(11-30-1980 / Farmington, Mo)

Sisters


A sister is something I missed as a kid
I wished and hoped with everything I did,
Someone to be there and play with
and when in trouble, help plead the fifth.

I grew up with nothing but boys,
Always stuck, playing with their toys.
I did have friends that were girls,
but none to play with makeup and curls.

Now as I am older, I have what I wished
From friendship, sisterhood has hatched.
I now have three wonderful sisters in tow,
Each one, makes my life glow.

Sheena, even though step is before sister,
Your my sister, and my moms other daughter.
A country girl through and through,
A wonderful mother, to my handsome nephew.

Crystal, there is no blood alike in our veins,
But our sisterhood bond is held together by chains.
Even though your so far away,
the love of a sister does not stray.

Christine, I saved the best for last,
you have always been there for everything in the past,
Your more than my sister, your my best friend,
You gave me my Ashlyn, and love that last til the bitter end.

I am so blessed from here on out,
I have the three best sister's, there is no doubt.
They truly fill my life to the fullest
making the sun shine through the deep forest.

Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2011
Edited: Monday, June 13, 2011

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