My Sister Poem by Deborah Ashdown

We pulled one an-others hair, scratched at each others eyes.
You got me into so much trouble with all your lies.
Moms favourite pet!
That's what I called you.

I forgive you for all the trouble you caused.
We were kids then, am not picking at straws.
My naughty sis!
That's what I called you.

I loved you then.
I love you now.
Forgive me if I have annoyed you some how.
My best friend!
That's what I call you.