My sister is a poet;
a good one, I must say.
She loves to read and write
verses every day.
I've always loved to read
the poems that she'd write.
But others like to learn them,
and so, to recite.
She is the only poet
on our family tree,
though some would like to argue
that the other is me.
Now, I am not a poet;
but I like to doodle.
And all beyond that,
for me, is likely futile.
Um, you wrote a poem. It doesn't matter what you say or think, you are a poet, and a good one at that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a simplicity she made on words