A Sister's Love

A sister's love is a funny thing.
Not all sweet and peachy-fuzzed.
Yet you love your dumb brother
who runs crying to Mother--
Why do you love him?
Because.

A sister's love is a funny thing.
It's not loud so all can hear.
You've had a bad day.
He's broke and can't pay...
you quietly put in his hand--
"Here."

A sister's love is a funny thing.
Doesn't change with the times or the days.
You love him still,
although you could kill
him. Sometimes.
But you won't.
Always.

A sister's love is a funny thing.
Sometimes either subtle or proud.
Yet nothing can replace
that look on his face
whenever your eyes first meet
in a crowd.

A sister's love is a funny thing.
Always has been, and always will be.
We reserve the right
to hug, laugh and fight
with our brothers.
Eternally.


To all the sisters and brothers out there...

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