Sisters’

Lindsay and Chelsea, two peas in a pod;

What one doesn’t think of, the other one does.

At school or at play, they’re always together.

Folks say they’re just like birds of a feather.

Lindsay’s the bold one, Chelsea is shy,

But they both have eyes as blue as the sky.

In their own little world they play for hours

In a make believe kingdom with castles and towers.

They dress like fair maidens in long flowing dresses,

And dance for hours with handsome young princes.

And when the ball is finally over,

They ride on white horses through daisies and clovers.

They hold afternoon teas with all their dollies,

Then take them for rides on little red trolleys.

With pencils and paper and crayons and glue

They make pretty pictures and birthday cards, too.

They love to work puzzles, to ride on their bikes;

To swim in their pond, to go on long hikes.

Lindsay and Chelsea, two golden haired girls

Who like to wear braids and long flowing curls.

Someday they’ll grow up, maybe move far apart,

But miles will never distance the heart.

They’ll always be close, through thick and through thin,

Because they are sisters and are joined from within.

By: Ruth Haas