I always remember

her being there, Sissy

held my hand and always

told me what to wear.

Everything we had

   we had to share...

from dolls and clothes

to bows in our hair.

She taught me how

to ride a bike and

everywhere we'd go she

even wanted to dress alike.

Sometimes we'd argue

   and we would fuss...

but we'd always make up,

because Mom said we must.

She's my very best friend

  I love and adore her...

I don't call her Sissy

anymore, I call her Cora.

However,now she has started

  calling me Sissy again...

but, it's kind of nice to feel

the way I did back then.

Yes, my sister is so

   special and always will be,,,

just so she doesn't show up

dressed just like me!