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