sisters

We fight, we argue, have pulled each others hair, 
Scratched at each others eyes. 
We dont always see the world the same way, 
Have different goals in life and walk different paths now.
But my sisters are my sisters.


We have each others back when knives are drawn by others 
And pull each other up when we fall. 
I love my sisters inspite of our differences, 
And probably because of them.
Because my sisters are my sisters.


We have times when we dont like each other,
We have moments when we are each others best friend.
I rarely appreciate them enough, 
Or tell them that I love them enough.
So I say now I love my sisters for being my sisters