Angela

My sister is a butterfly

sitting on a stick.

Even though we fight a lot,

I still love her.

I feel like telling her,

but I don’t have the courage

to say it.

I imagine her as a cute,

red and yellow humming bird.

I love her happy spirit.

I picture fish admiring her beauty

and swimming to the shore

just to see her giant smile.

I know I will grow the courage

to tell her,

but for now

I’m sharing with the world.

By Raymundo, age 12