Sisters

Although we may fight, with all our might
At the end of the day, whatever comes our way
We will forgive, and sometimes relive
We are closer than close, for that we thank our folks
Sometimes we laugh together, other times we yell “WHATEVER!”
Four kindred souls, which will someday grow old
Different personalities, living our own realities
We are best friends, together till the end
Some don’t see, the many ways we can be
So much alike, still different as day and night
Our looks don’t compare, each with a different color hair
Our last names are no longer the same, for two of us have now been tamed
The other two still run wild, some may think of us as mild
So I say to all of you who know, the way it can go
Sisters are the greatest delight, even when you fight!