As Graceful As Grace
When she laughs the sun shines,
When she sobs the sky thunders and clashes,
Never once have I heard her complain or whine,
Always keeping her low emotions stored in an undiscovered cache.
Somehow she stays optimistic,
Full of amazement at the world,
Radiant like a candle that never burns to the wick,
Mixed in thought and sweet like an ice cream swirl.
Yes, my sister is the one that makes me happy,
Around her I am nothing short of content,
Even when my teachers make me snappy,
There's nothing to excuse the fact that she is the angel God sent.
Ask me what I'd do without her,
I never really would know.
Her name is Grace and she soars like a free bird,
This poem is necessary because she deserves to be celebrated and shown.