A baby was brought into this world
but not without
preperation
Not without
Questions
Will she be an athlete
Will she like the color pink
She will be a blonde I think
The parents read the books
bought the diapers
had the showers
All leading up to 6:56 a.m.
On September 28th 2001
That was the day I met my beautiful little sister
She is 14 today and here are the thigs Ive learned
She loves the feeling of the wind as she runs
and hates anything green
She loves the movies we see
the books we read
and the laughs we share
But I hope she knows that the thing I love the most
is
HER
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
A baby was brought into this world
but not without
preperation
Not without
Questions
Will she be an athlete
Will she like the color pink
She will be a blonde I think
The parents read the books
bought the diapers
had the showers
All leading up to 6:56 a.m.
On September 28th 2001
That was the day I met my beautiful little sister
She is 14 today and here are the thigs Ive learned
She loves the feeling of the wind as she runs
and hates anything green
She loves the movies we see
the books we read
and the laughs we share
But I hope she knows that the thing I love the most
is
HER
Request permission to use this poem