Oh look at you my little sister,
How tall and old you've grown,
I used to see you crying to father...
Whenever I fought with you...
The days have past and we're so old,
But those memories are more than gold.
Especially cause it can't be bought
nor sold.... It grows within us.
Well I knew one day we'll cherish
Those petty and meaningless fights
Some over water and some over switchs
And sobs and cries over glitches...
Well looking back now it's funny,
To laugh and giggle at our old selves!
Back then I would have burst a vein
With all my anger coming out as pain
I'm just glad that we grew stronger
No matter the fights or cold wars,
You were with me all along
And that makes you irreplaceable.
My note:-
Hello everyone, good evening... This poem has been sitting in my drafts for more than a year now, today as I was scrolling through my write ups I came across this poem and I wanted to share it with you all, I would like to dedicate this poem to all those sisters out there... And from my experience I would like to say that sisters are truly a blessing keep them close and cherish them while they're near.❤️✨
That's it for today I'll see y'all in my next blog until then it's bye bye from me keep reading and keep inspiring 👋
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