Sister Poem

Proud Of Little Sister

A girl writes of her relationship with her sister and how proud she is of her.

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This poem reminds me of my older Sissy. She is now 18 and in the Army, and I am next to follow. I used to copy her all the time to frustrate her because it was fun. Now I'm following her...

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She Is Mine

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Published: February 2006

She walks around with confidence
A little girl, she is only nine
People ask, Is she your sister?
And I reply proudly, Yes, she is mine.

At one time, there was an uncertain birth
Which came the youngest sister of mine
Would she die or live?
We would only know in time

So little hair, yet so blonde
Her eyes were the color of the sea
She only weighed four pounds, so small
And when I looked at her, she looked like me

As she grew older, she looked up to me
She did everything I did, and it made me mad
I constantly told her to get lost
And that made her feel bad

On June 18th, I had to watch her leave
I cannot believe I had to say goodbye
But when I see her in three weeks
I cannot wait until I get to say hi

This is my little sister, Chelse
And I am very proud to say
That when she gets a bit older
She will be just like me one day

She walks around with confidence
A little girl, she is only nine
People ask, Is she your sister?
And I reply proudly, Yes, she is mine.

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  • by Chelsea
  • 8 years ago

This poem reminds me of my older Sissy. She is now 18 and in the Army, and I am next to follow. I used to copy her all the time to frustrate her because it was fun. Now I'm following her foot-steps right down to the Military. They're big steps to fill, but I look up to her. I tell myself, "I WANT to be just like her." all the time.

  • by sara
  • 8 years ago

I have a younger sister. I have always loved her as if she is really mine. now I live in another country and far from her, I miss her so much and I'm always proud of her. This poem really touched me.

  • by Waynette Edwards
  • 9 years ago

This touches me. I was 6, I was not happy, I wanted a brother. I got Elizabeth. My instincts soon kicked in and I became very protective, although annoying, she was my baby sis. While on duty as a police officer I lost her in 2006 to a car accident. She was 26. I'm so proud of her. I miss her but thank God everyday for loaning his annoying little angel to me.

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