A Sister's Love



When we were younger I know that we were close.
And now that we are older that's what I miss the most.
The close knit bond of sisters should last through out the years,
Sometimes we share laughter, sometimes we share tears.

We never see eye to eye on anything it seems,
But together we confide in our heartaches and our dreams.
Sometimes you really get to me and make me so upset,
And other times I love you so I want to hug your neck.

But I guess that being sisters is meant that way to be,
I'm glad when God made sisters, He picked you for me.

Written for my little sister
Lydia "B. Bud" Bozeman

© By Gloria Collins 
 6/26/03
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