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Little Elf


When I look at her, I see

Hazel eyes

With fire hidden behind them

Small lips

That get her point across

Cute little dimples

That become prominent when she smiles

Long brown hair

That cascades down her back in a ponytail

And a wonderful sister

Who has a lot of confidence and determination.

Her sense of humor 

Reminds me of my dad.

She is quick and cunning

Like a cheetah

Ready to bounce on its prey.

She is as helpful as

The animals who

Clean Snow White's cottage.

I am Dean and she is Sam,

The annoying little sister

Whom I would do anything for.

She is one of the best people I know

And I could not imagine life without her as my sister.

 

Megan is my little elf.

I am so grateful that I was blessed

With a sister like her.

She is the reason why I do what I do.

When I look at her, I realize that her

Hazel eyes

Small lips

Cute little dimples

Long brown hair

And everything else she is

Makes her the best sister I could ever ask for.

It makes me realize how lucky I am.

Thank you, Megan.

I can never say it enough.

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