When I was younger, I thought it was strange
I wasn’t like my sister, perhaps I should change?
You see she was a beauty, stunning and dark
And I was the scraggy, shy little lark.
“I think you’re adopted”, was something she said
And this only fuelled the thoughts in my head.
Why was I different, and not like her?
I just didn’t realise, it was all a big stir!
That was until later, as years had passed on
We had grown close, and really got along.
And I stopped to reflect, on how funny life is
We had become so similar; it could put your mind in a fizz.
You see I had darkened, and both with eyes green
Our resemblance was now obvious, easily seen.
But wait oh no, it doesn’t stop there
I need to say more, it only seems fair.
As time had went on, we both had three sons
We lived in the country, and enjoyed being mums.
Our sons were best cousins, that was so true
But two even shared a birthday, two years apart too.
The artistic streak, from our DNA was strong
We both were creative and could belt out a song.
We both loved animals, and had them as pets
We’d give anything a go, even being ‘home vets’.
Camping or boating, tennis or dance
We’d fully participate, given the chance.
When we were both talking, it could often be said
We knew what the other, thought in their head.
Our voices, they even sounded the same
It wasn’t put on, no it wasn’t a game.
Our taste buds, our twitches, our bodies alike
It was all engrained from the creator, deep inside us both
It was plain, crystal clear, no need for an oath.
Social and loving, generous and true
Both Aussie women, through and through.
We both like to rhyme, which is why I sat down
To pen this poem, and it’s not with a frown.
For I love my big sister, and our similarities
They help form our bond, and firm solidarity.
Merry Christmas my sister, this poem I give
Praise be to Jesus, because it’s through Him we both live!
I thank Him for you, today and forever
Without you I don’t want to be, not now, not never!