With Me

She steals my clothes,

loses all my bows,

doesn't like my shows,

and always goes

with me.

We share a room.

You might hear a boom

as we fight off gloom.

Might need a broom

with me.

She tags along

sing'n a made up song,

thinks that she's not wrong,

and she'll belong

with me.

Well, she's right.

She and me, we're tight.

Even though we fight,

she can shine bright

with me.

Oh, and me too.

She is red, I'm blue,

but it is quite true

purple will do

with me.

I would not trade

this close bond we made.

When the light does fade,

I'll be glad you stayed

with me.

God sure did send

my very best friend;

Sisters til the end,

'round every bend

with me.

*****

Kimberlee Long, March 3rd, 2019

For my daughters