Treasure Island

Heather Dickerson

(7/9/1994)

Sisterly Love


Your pain hurts me more than the bitterest winter.
Your smile is more light than the burning sun..
Your face shows more experience than a tree of a thousand ages.
Your generosity is more than the richest man
Your strength is more than the mightiest bull.
Tell me why nothing convinces you of these.
Your a flower so magnificent and loved that others are driven to envy you.
They will insult you, ridicule you, so you feel inferior.
Is my love and the love of God not enough to make you feel otherwise?

Submitted: Thursday, March 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 22, 2013

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I wrote this for my sister in order to convince her that she is not the kind of person others describe her to be. People often put her down because of things she has no control over and I wanted to make her feel special.

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