Cyndi
by Christy Tillery French
Saturday, February 23, 2002
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Her eyes are green,
Her hair is blond,
She looks like
Olivia Newton John.
My eyes are brown,
So is my hair,
On a good day,
I can look like Cher.
In high school,
She attracted all the jocks,
The only boys I got
Came from auto shop.
When we were young,
I hated her beauty,
Mainly because
I wasn't a cutie.
Now that we're grown,
Not only sisters but friends,
I've come to appreciate
The beauty she carries within. |
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A poem about my sister, Cyndi, whose inner beauty shines through like sunshine.
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| Reviewed by Victor Jensen |
4/6/2011 |
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| Growing up is a challenge for most kids. I guess we all have our memories of some that seemed to shine brighter. Good Poem. |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/26/2005 |
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| A gorgeous and lovely tribute, Christy. This is a wonderful gift for your sister and thank you for sharing it. Love and peace. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Victoria Murray |
3/3/2004 |
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What a great poem for your sister! Loved it, girlfriend!
Hugs,
Victoria |
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| Reviewed by Janet Caldwell |
2/23/2002 |
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Christy,
This is a beautiful poem for your sis and has a great rhyme scheme, a pleasure to read. Janet |
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