Christine K. Trease
Sisters - Poem by Christine K. Trease
You shared your bed when rainstorms raged and I was so afraid.
I hid your shoes, your make-up, purse, and oft times dates delayed.
I snatched your precious diary and hid it in my tent.
I smudged at least a thousand cards before they could be sent.
I painted nail polish on the dress you bought for prom.
I cried at least a thousand tears when I could not tag along.
I know most times throughout your life I must have been a pain
But I can say quite honestly, if it could be done again,
There would never be another that I'd choose to share things with.
You are my very favorite choice for the world's most perfect sis!
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