As I think back on the days growing up with my sister
There were times I would have preferred a weeping blister
Over the years we have grown up and live far apart
And now I realize something obvious from the start
She was a actually a friend and I’ve missed her
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TARYN!!
If you're going to write a poem about your sister and the only rhyming word you can think of is blister you should proceed with great caution.









