a sweet face full of life and purity. no worry creased her face in sorrow, no sadness filled her eyes. her little, round nose sat happily in the middle of her face beneath two large, round, golden eyes that danced in merriness. those eyes so easily moved to compassion, so easily filled with love, look on - big and beautiful. above the sweet, small chin smiles little lips of roses, parted ever so slightly revealing a pretty smile of a pure child. never pulled in sorrow only bright with childish dreams, her lips give sweet baby kisses covered in sticky ice cream. a turn of that shining head, and the locks of her golden hair dance. they leap and skip to the tune of the sun and wave at the flower of the summer. those locks of hair so soft and sweet shine like the rays of the sun bouncing off the clouds into the palm of my hand. long and silky the waves of hair frame her face in light. this wonder of nature, this sweet little girl, this fairy of flowers, is the one i call my sister. she is loving and kind and always here for me, the only sister that i want to call my own.
-to my beloved sissy-
-written 12/31/2010-
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