My little sister,
One whom I cannot forget,
She is a little pesky,
In which I must admit.
But, she is innocent,
So I protect naïveté,
So as I love her,
I hope it's not cliché.
My little sister is Christlike
In what she does,
With her innocence still flickering,
Unlike the little bee's buzz.
She may be annoying at certain times,
But she is still the one we love,
We know that she is blessed,
With that swirling little dove.
She knows right from wrong,
And she is still quite proud,
She is funny when she is glad,
That she would enjoy a crowd.
Must I say that she is great,
And she makes us all happy,
That even when she laughs,
Our day is no longer crappy.
My sister is a crazy one,
Rising up above,
A maniac she may be,
But she is always loved.
Justin Reamer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocence-104/
