Sisters

What makes us sisters?
What creates that bond?
Is it scuffs that make blisters?
Is it falling into the pond?

Why do seem closer than my kin?
Why do you love me more?
I love you so much I don’t know where to begin
You the one I most adore

It’s not relation or blood
It’s not sharing a room
It was the big smiles as we walked through the mud
And watching the flowers bloom

Sisters is not relation or genetics
It’s best friends with times that were fantastic