When we were very little
We always use to fight
You'd tease me oh so very much
And I would scratch and bite.

You'd open up the window
And I would pull it down
If you wore shorty pajamas
I'd wear a granny gown.

Over time we found it's better
To have a sister for a friend
Someone to hug you in the dark
Through thunder, rain and wind.

Now I'm grown and love you
And I know you love me too
My sister and my dearest friend
I think the world of you.

I Love You Sis!

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

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