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I am utterly lucky to have you!

My sister

As I promenade to the memories that we share;
I might be far, but my heart carries you all the way.
Thank you for the kindness that you continue to give;
You are an integral part of my great life.
In times of my happiness, you cherish with joy.
When I am down; ever more, it is you that I count on,
Going back to the path that we passed;
Not so long ago, outside forces tend to tear us apart.
They can try all they can, but, will succeed not;
For we are blood sisters bonded with our souls.
All my worries disappear when you are around;
In your absence, I remember the good old days.
In the gloomy moment, you make me laugh;
In the sparkling of the sun, the more you shine.
You have given me love to your best; such an inspiration, indeed. 
Beneath the façade of the faces that we know;
Your impressions fronting the inside is home to me.
In the midst of the tangible twists, you smile.
Unconditional love we bestow lightens our way.
On your special day, you deserve the ultimate gift.
From your younger sister, you spoilt from the start.
The absolute love untarnished through the years.
Though, you have heard it many times before; 

Happy Birthday my beautiful and sweetest sister! 

You are a gem – a present from High Above
May your dreams from the present and the past; 
Become real for you are worthy of the very best.

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I consider my nieces as daughters. I share their laughter and joy. I also cry with them whenever they have to. My shoulders are always there for them to lean on. Being an aunty is like being a mother. I give advice and keep their secrets. But, most times, those secrets are the sources of our laughter in their later life. The memories that I share with them is incomparable to none especially they grew up by my side. I have many nieces, and I love them all. Even now, I try to spend time with them as much as I could. Albeit, most of them live in different parts of the world, getting in touch is as easy as pressing the button. That is the beauty of the modern technology. However, it is still not the same when you bond face to face. I am one lucky aunt that I was able to spend the time with my nieces since they were babies. I changed their nappies; sang them lullabies and even created that baby words. We played in the park; shopped together and even ate on the one plate. The happiness I got with my nieces were incredible. The children of my siblings become part of my inspirations. We have great memories and we keep on creating more. Toni-Marie grew up with me. She is also my godchild and the only godmother she has. We have the bonding like mother and daughter. People who don’t know me thought that Toni is my daughter. She was always with me before I got married. And when I gave birth to my children, Toni was always there. She became like an older sister to my babies. Today is Toni’s special day. I made this poem especially for the cutest baby whom I cradled and loved so very much. To all the aunties and nieces, may your bonding and friendship become each other’s inspiration.




As I was not around when you were born;
I heard from your mama, that you came ahead of term,
that you were so tiny when you saw the light of day
Perhaps, the size of little doll that I used to play.

When I arrive from faraway isthmus;
With full delight to meet you; I hold you in my arms.
With the most pronounced dimples, you smile with flair;
those big brown eyes, you stare with utmost glares

You are the cutest baby in all the land;
I cry with glee as we converse in baby talks.
You coo like saying, hello my aunty, I’m glad you’re here!
With such delight, I sing a lullabye that soon puts you to sleep.

You are a beautiful person with the talent of class.
The goddess of art;  you really are!
A dazzling artist that is utterly hard to defeat;
for you were born with golden pencil in your hands.

You sketch and draw and don’t get tired.
Your imagination goes way up to the sky;
like a magic wand – you create a masterpiece,
that can sit with Michael Angelo or Picasso side by side.

I shall not forget that you bring the song to my heart;
your wits and humour I laugh to my guts.
The pefectness of your act; such great finesse,
is comparable only with the goddesses.


In the memories of my youth, I was brought up in a loving household. I have two older brothers, two older sisters and the youngest girl was born when I was thirteen years old. Therefore, I was spoilt by the rest of the family for a long time. Like any sisters, we have good times and fights. Not all household are perfect. Every family has ups and downs and it is not unusual for siblings to have misunderstandings here and there. Do not let the worries get in the way. More so, let no other being interfere. More often than usual, the outsiders are the stirrer of the pot. Instead, make your challenges as tools to end the day brighter. Sisters grow up in poles apart paths as they get older. In teenage years, one may focus on studies, the other one may fall in love at a very young age. The older ones become the role model and are there to guide the youngers. But whatever happens in the future, blood sisters are there to hold each other’s hands in times of happiness and grief. To the transit of the cosmos; albeit, they will walk on the different roads, the happy thoughts will be given to their children. As a result, cousins become closer and family developes a stronger bond. When I was in Manchester, United Kingdom last year, I watched my two friends who are sisters as they chortled. My two sisters had been called to heaven some time ago and one is living in Australia. I missed all my sisters but life goes on and at that moment, wished that I was with my siblings talking and laughing. It was wintertime when I inscribed this poetry, freezing cold. However, my heart was filled with joy as I recollected my happy days with my female siblings. To all the sisters, I wish you all find the time to laugh and giggle together. For life can only be better if we have the sisters to talk about the gets in life, reminisce the happy thoughts and share the joy.



As they laugh to the wiggle of the scene;

The sisters talk all day long about the

memories of theirdreams.

It does not matter if they had seen each

other yesterday. When they’re together, 

everything looks so gay. In the coldness

of the day, they will cheer. To the warm

summer day, they will splash in the bay.

They exchange the bright sides of the clay;

gets in life, thoughts of love and their jobs.

As their memories said and the future

is ahead;  Never mind through it all, they

are sisters ever more. They may have troubles,

but, they will be gone; for they are connected

to their hearts. Mysteries in the kilt, they

will snigger. Newish mammoth in the realm

of the day. Along in the forlorn of the hay is

none existence. Older sister will lead to the

beauty soft and flair. Pallets in the dreary storm,

never mind. The young female sibling will not

get scared; for her sister will hold her hand to

pass the way. All, they want, is to bestow the

thoughts so refine; songs of love will spread

in the sky. Sisters are born to cheer each other;

to the tic of their hearts; in the greatest of the

jiffy, and more so in bad time.