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She was a sweet-faced cherub
with brilliant red hair
when mom brought her home
from the hospital to share.

In six months her eyes
were as green as the sea
with gurgles and coos
she grew more special to me.

And when the time came that
she tried saying my name
I knew that my heart
wouldn't ever be the same.

As a child she was cuteness
all wrapped up in bows,
with a way that beguiled us
right down to our toes.

As she grew we discovered
that she loved animals.
There was never a time
that her arms weren't full!

As a teen, what a rebel
and stubborn of mind;
yet her soft, hidden heart
was not hard to find.

Now she is a grown woman
with dreams all her own.
I'm inspired by gentle,
kind ways she has shown.

How lucky was I the day
God sent her to me;
no dearer a sister
could there ever be!

(With love to my sister Karen)
K. Tate Jacoby
copyright 8/23/93

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