My Sister

In a meadow of daisies you're a weed;

Your leaves delicate, they appear to swing.

I watched you grow beginning from a seed,

And I know the wonders you can bring.

Though not a beauty, you'll forever keep

Your blooming smile and youthful, daring, streak,

The proof that beauty is simply skin-deep,

Character is not defined by physique.

In rain and sleet the daisies grieve and mourn,

Oppressed and weak from the merciless gale.

The weed remains preserved, not weatherworn

Its inner strength allowed it to prevail.

Though over time you'll grow and go on your way,

Forever deep in my heart you shall stay.