Who I Am
A loving sister, and loyal friend,
Tender hearted, caring deeply ‘til the end.
Stubborn, opinionated, and steadfast,
A strong willed girl, never dwelling in the past.
Born to nurture, love, and be loved,
Gentle to the touch, yet not easily shoved.
The simplest of beauty with blond hair, and blue eyes,
In a body of the more petite scale of size.
A sister, a lover, and daughter, and friend,
Filled with a tenderness that does not fall short of the end.
A young lady named Kirstie,
Made through God’s love, and mercy.
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