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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