We pulled one an-others hair, scratched at each others eyes. <br />You got me into so much trouble with all your lies. <br />Moms favourite pet! <br />That's what I called you. <br /> <br />I forgive you for all the trouble you caused. <br />We were kids then, am not picking at straws. <br />My naughty sis! <br />That's what I called you. <br /> <br />I loved you then. <br />I love you now. <br />Forgive me if I have annoyed you some how. <br />My best friend! <br />That's what I call you.<br /><br />Deborah Ashdown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sister-7/
