I Love My Nailpolish - A Dedication to My Sweetest Sisters

Usually, I happen to find myself rush through life with it's ups and downs, so busy that I don't offer the time I should to my sisters. It almost feel like yesterday, when they were born; the first word they said, the first step they took, the ways we played.. everthing flashes through my memory. But I also, in between the stress of life, steal few glances and notice, how my baby sisters have become, fine, little ladies.

So I'd like to dedicate this poem to them and in fact, all the big sisters out there who happen to have adorable, little sisters.

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I don't bite ;)

~ I Love My Nailpolish ~

I love my nailpolish, to colour my world
Clear, pink, indigo - but best of all
The deepest of red; it so suits my skin,
The dress that I wear, and the rouge on my chin
A rainbow of colours I stroke on my nail
Blow it to dry, I leave no trail
Of spillage, of mess - paint gone wild;
An adult perfection, yet still such a child
I look at my sister, when she's not aware
I copy her moves, and flick back my hair
Indeed, she's a model, but hush, don't tell!
A secret between us, now, keep it well!
One day when I'm older, I too will be
Just like my sister; smart, nice and pretty
For now, I'm just little - a long road to go
So much to try out, so much to know
And above all the colours, between now and then
I'll write you a poem, with my pink, feather pen:
Today I'm a child, yes, so right and so true
But tomorrow, dear sister, I'll be.. I'll be you!

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