My little sister is my heart.
She opens doors to rooms I never knew were there,
Breaks through walls I don't recall building.
She lights my darkest corners
With the sparkle in her eyes.

My little sister is my soul.
She inspires my wearied spirit to fly on wings of angels
But while I hold her hand, my feet never leave the ground.
She stills my deepest fears
With the wisdom of her song.

My little sister is my past.
She writes my history, in her eyes I recognize myself,
Memories only we can share.
She remembers, she forgives, she accepts me as I am
With tender understanding.

My little sister is my future.
She lives within my dreams
She sees my undiscovered secrets, believes in me
As I stumble she walks in step beside me,
Her love lighting my way.

My little sister is my strength
She hears the whispered prayers that I cannot speak
She helps me find my smile,
Freely giving hers away
She catches my tears in her gentle hands.

My little sister is like no one else
She's my most treasured friend
Filling up the empty spaces, healing broken places
She is my rock, my inspiration.
Though impossible to define,
She is my little sister.

~ Lisa Lorden ~