Treasure Island

ayesha haque

(10 dec 1996 / roorkee)

God gift- sister


You were my first friend
Together we would laugh and play
And whisper into the midnight hours
About the happenings in day
You were someone I could tell my secrets to
And I knew that they would be safe
I knew I could tell you anything
And you would love me anyway
I shared with you my fears and dreams
And you shared with me your own
We talked about what life would bring
When we were finally grown
You were there to help me mend
You helped me to see there’s so much to life
And though there were times
We didn’t always agree
We’ve always stood by one another’s side
Displaying a sisterly strength
And a loving pride
We were born sisters
And grew up as friends
And I’m so grateful for you
And what having you in my life has meant.

Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 26, 2014

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