Sarah
You wanted me to make you a poem
I asked you if you wanted it to rhyme
And you replied
"Whatever you think is best"

I stopped myself from arguing with you and making you have to decide
I need to stop myself more often from arguing with you
I've always had a hard time stopping
It really wasn't my thing
But this poem is about you not me
So I'll just continue with you

An eight year old little girl
Light brown hair and dark brown eyes
Huge eyebrows and a cute little smile
A little angel but not afraid to throw a punch
Can always make me laugh
Even when I don't want to
You are wise beyond your years and you have no clue

You are still so young and you have a lot to learn
This world is rough
And the road ahead is tough
But I know you'll pull through
Because that's what you always seem to do

You're a tough little girl who can deal with pain
But also has a soft side and will dance in the rain
You are my little sister and will forever be my main

And in case you didn't notice I wrote half in rhyme and half in not
So I hope you like this and if you come back later have a tater tot
Oh oops I'm sorry I forgot
You hate tater tots
I guess that makes me a felon
But make sure you come back and have a slice of some watermelon