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May 2014
Her name is love...
She is the most truthful person
you will ever meet.
She is small...
She is beautiful
I am big yet young,
compared to her...
I love her with all my heart.
She is my one and only...
She is my sister
She is my true love...
I love her...
She loves me...
Though she can't say it
nor show it,
I know its true.
She will never lie to me,
She will only love me.
She is my sister,
She...
is Lyndie.
She will never speak, nor show affection
but I know deep down,
She and I,
have a true connection.
This is a poem about my older sister Lyndie. She has a rare genetic disorder called Rett Syndrome. This makes it so she can't walk or talk or control herself in anyway. She can crawl and and laugh and scream but that is about it.
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     Donald Berwaldt
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