SISTERS



When Nan and I were
little we sometimes
used to fight:
she'd read my
secret diary and I
would scratch and bite.
If she pulled up
the window shade
I would want it down;
if she wore short
pajamas I'd wear a
long nightgown.
But then we learned
it's better to have
a sister-friend,
someone beside you
in the dark, someone
to hold your hand.
Now we're glad my
hair is long and
hers is short and
curled.
The difference
doesn't matter:
we're two against
the world.

İRuth Whitman


I'm so blessed to
have you as my
Sister! I love
you!!

 

 

 


 



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