BEDTIME STORIES WITH MY SISTER

When I was a child I was bright and wise
Because I saw life through my sisters’ eyes
My hero indeed… she was three years older
When I walked with her my strut was bolder

She gave me a purpose…engaged my mind
By telling me stories all the time
She vividly created us a world of friends    
                               Whom I wanted to visit again and again

But I would always “just miss them”
So she would tell me about it
Right where she left off
And I never would doubt it

I believed with all my heart the tales she told
The action was real…the characters bold
Every detail remained etched in my mind
I begged her more details each night at bedtime!

And she would gladly tell me the parts I missed
And I believed every word
What a wonderful Sis!