As sisters, they are individuals,
God created with reason and rhyme,
One takes up where the other left off,
As day is to night, every time.
A fair haired beauty with hazel eyes,
Lips of roses and cheeks that bloom,
A smile that would rival Mona Lisa,
The heart is hidden in a secret room.
What mystery does she hold inside?
Eleven years going on twenty five,
Her intelligence knows no boundary,
She tells the Truth; Jesus is alive!
Her most prize possession? A Rosary,
Pink and white, her favorite colors,
She prays from the soul of her child,
With solemn tears; blessing others.
This gentle girl is rare and sensitive,
She feels things others can't see,
Such a gift from God above,
Her spirit of light shines beautifully.
A dark haired beauty; eyes black as coal,
This child was born asking, “Why”?
Why does the moon seem so close to me?
When it's really so high in the sky?
Dancing and sparkling her day away,
Sweet, yet temperamental; she beguiles,
One would swim the ocean blue,
For one of her dazzling smiles.
Long-legged and slim is her style,
A daddy's girl through and through,
She has his ways, so much like him,
With a heart so loyal and true.
She knows her Savior, yes she does,
She prays to Him every night,
“Dear Lord, watch over this big wide world,
And keep me in Your super sight.”
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