Sister Sister - Poem by Donna Young
When we were younger we never agreed.
As we grow older we rarely meet
Life is so busy now
When did this happen?
Though when we catch up we make it all happen.
With a few champaign's and caramel tarts
Beer and red wine with many laughs
I remember what iv missed with living so fare.
It starts with the excitement when I get out of the car
While I'm there I make it the most, as I know soon it will be back to face book posts.
How ever fare or length between
You will always be the best big sister to me
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