Ode to sisters(a poem for Piper and Phoebe)-
Sisters...the petals of a mother flower
-All those growing pains we live through together
Were not so bad because we were together
Though we are different
We drank from the same cup
We may not see eye to eye
But we live hand in hand
I've been through your pink period
And through your blue period
Look straight ahead the future is all there
Turn around and I am here-
