“How hard it is to be an only son!
No one to talk to and no one to play,
When I’m alone and down.”
As a child, so I used to say.
As clocks ticked and years fell,
Lik leaves from the tree of time,
I found someone; so nice and swell,
She was my sis, sweet like sugared-lime!
She endeared me with her words,
In a voice, so divine
Her talent left me without words,
And her love was an unending gold mine.
True, She’s not a blood relation.
But I pray to God every night at nine
That she be my sister, my true relation
And eternally be mine!
Written exclusively for my favourite ‘sister’ on her birthday! Love ya loads, sis!! 🙂
Btw, that’s my first poem. Er technically it’s the third, cause you can’t even consider those ‘ramblings’ I’d written in my diary when I was in the fourth grade as even meaningful prose, let alone poetry!!
So, sue me if this sounds corny! 😛