To you, my little sister:
I know you can't read
this right now, so I'll save it
for you.
To you, my helpful sister:
I know you might feel like
you have to do everything-
because maybe you do.
To you, my little sister,
trying so hard:
It's useless to yell at
our brothers to stop fighting.
Trust me-I know.
To you, my annoying sister:
If you think I hate you,
then I probably do-
but my love for you
will always be stronger.
To you, my sister,
with all your problems:
Remember, others have
problems too.
To you, my sister, always writing:
Know that words are
weapons, lies, traps,
dreams, wings, and worlds-
so choose carefully.
To you, my talkative sister:
Compliments might make
someone's day, but
insults can sting for weeks.
To you, my musical sister:
Only listen to music
with words
that you would want
to repeat.
To you, my sister, always with a book:
Keep in mind that
you become what you read.
To you, my sister, always dreaming:
Hope itself is victorious-
so don't let go.
To you, my kind sister:
People can be mean,
but you don't have
to join them.
To my brave sister:
Remember it's okay
to be scared. It's okay
to cry.
To you, my dearest sister:
The world can be rough,
but you and I
can learn to be
tougher-together.
For my sister. When she is older.
Note: "Hope itself is victorious-
So don't let go" are not my words, I read it some where.
