Sisters can be annoying
But most times so adoring
They are like a flowing stream
Into lakes they fill to brim
Not minding if they dry up
For a blood, they pour all
Loving care like mamas do
They may seem after tall shoes
But parents trust who they are
In grey, they never stay far
Sisters we know deep inside
Are scars that can never hide.
Thank you for this poem.
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