Sunshine
She has the soul of a gentle saint
When she laughs, it's like yellow paint:
Warm and inviting
Happy and exciting
I'm smiling just thinking about it as I'm writing
She has the patience of a parent with two young kids
And an innocence that I worry will be short lived
And even though she is 16, and taller than me
I associate her with things like flowers and bunnies
She has a humor that always has me laughing
And it amazes me that she's so understanding
She's as bright as sunshine after rain
And sometimes she manages to drive me insane
But everything is awesome, as far as I can see
Because I have my little sister
And my little sister has me
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