The shoulder you cry on,
The ear you whisper secrets to.
The person that allows you to be yourself,
And loves you for the dork you are,
And not to mention all those blonde moments.
The person that loves every single laugh you have,
And your killer personality.
The one person that can help you forget everything,
But also there to listen and give advice.
That person would be me,
Your big sister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another brilliant poem Shay...hope your sis sees this one...well said...thanks...