This is a little poem I wrote for my sister's last birthday.  I owe my other sister, Cindy, a poem this year for hers.  <wink>


My Sister, Becky

(Deborah Taylor)


Where would I begin to share

what my sister means to me

How do I express the way I care

 how I enjoy her company


How do I count the times

 endless hours spent on phone

How intertwined have become our lives

our love for each homegrown


How do I show my admiration

for her talents and her heart

I can say without hesitation

I love Ms. Becky Bogart


Birthdays come and go and so

the years keep piling on

But the love we've sown

Will live long after we're both gone


Sisterly love cannot be weighed

for this there is no measure

So on this her special day

I say

Being your sister Is pure pleasure



Happy Birthday, Becky


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