O.M.G.
How can it be,
you’re turning eighty?
Seems like yesterday
we were girls at play,
so care-free and gay.
Where did the years go?
When old we did grow?
I just don’t know.
But here we be.
It’s plain to see:
Grandmas to plenty.
I love our journey.
You and me!
Wouldn’t change a thing.
Here we be,
You and me!
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4 thoughts on “Big Sis”
Love the Ditty, you wrote for your big Sis
Thx. It was a little childish but I was going for the flavor of child and grownup.
You are so clever Linda. Love your poem to your big sis.
Thank you. ❤