I call you "sis," although you are not my sister,
But you are more a sis than any sis could be.
I've come to love you sis more than any other;
You took me in your charge and set me free.
You let me run and never ever let me fell;
You kept your eyes on me and let me stray.
I' learned things hard, which means I've learned them well,
And get to know myself along the way.
My hope, faith, and pride are all from you sissy.
My roots are in your heart; you're like my home.
You will be a part of everything I do,
In all my thoughts a wise and lovely poem.
For all our lives we'll have this common ground:
You were my rock or else we would have drowned.
