Traci wrote:

Hi. My sister, Kari is so special to me. She is a model in Japan and
gets lonely being by herself. We have always been close, she is my best
friend. She is so loyal and trustworthy, very unique individual. I use
to beat on her teddy bear, Scruffy, when we were young and try to rip
off his ears. We use to cut little holes in cups at bedtime and pretend
we were on a deserted island and say water, water, while the water
trickled into our mouths. I know, odd, but we had big imaginations. We
nicknamed each other Gertrude and Agnes for fun. I call her, Troll now.
Kind of a ongoing joke. She is a vegetarian, and I always joke to her
that she needs to eat some flesh, as we call it. (meat) I used to
torment her when we were little, me being the big sister, as we grew
older we became closer and closer. She is the godmother to my
daughter. She always tells me I am one of the few people she thinks
about who give her butterflies. I hope this is helpful. We both love
and truly believe in angels. I would like this poem for her because she
always is there for me as my friend, and my sister and always does so
much for my daughter and I. She always puts everyone else before
herself, very giving, caring person. I would like something special to
give her that she can treasure and put on her wall overseas to realize
how special she is and that I am always missing and thinking of her.
Thank you very much for your time and consideration. I look forward to
hearing from you. Thank you. Traci

Kari

You are more than a sister, will be to our journey's end. You are more like than an angel, more like my very best friend. Always prepared to lend a hand, and never turn the other cheek, you are so loyal and trustworthy, and so beautifully unique. I used to beat up Scruffy, and try and rip off his ears, I'd torment you remorselessly, until you ended up in tears. But I don't regret that cruelty, because from there our love grew, along with our imaginations, some things funny, some things new: We'd be on our deserted island, trickling water and never no food, or we'd just change our names, how about Agnes and Gertrude ? You are my daughter's godmother, and I see your love in your eyes, and when you think of me, you get your butterflies ! You are a vegetarian, won't kill unnecessarily. You're always thinking of others, never: "What's in it for me" ? And now I call you Troll, and you live so very far away, long to see you again, I long for the day. But in the meantime, these words will have to do. Just know that we love and miss you madly, and that we are thinking of you.

Copyright www.agiftofpoetry.co.uk 2008

Allen Jesson

Comments:

Traci kindly replied:
Hello again, Allen. What a beautiful job you did with the poem!! You definitely have a gift! You have my permission to publish the poem on your web page!! Though the ideas were mine, the poetry was done by you. Also, you should print out and frame poems with pictures or something to start a business or something. Just an idea?? Thanks soooo much again!!