Sapphirewolf

My sister, a poet  
With words that flow like a river  
Effortlessly crafting stories  
Of love, loss, and life's quiver  

Her pen is her tool  
Her mind a canvas of art  
She paints with emotion  
From the depths of her heart  
 
Her poetry is a gift  
A treasure to behold  
The reflection of her soul  
And a story to be told  
 
Her words are a balm  
A comfort in times of strife  
My source of inspiration  
For all of our life  
 
So here's to my sister  
A poet and a friend  
May her words live on forever  
Until the very end