I Like To Write Poetry

The Other Sister

My sister is different
With the mind of a baby
But with the heart of a saint
She walks along not knowing
With a smile planted on her face

I feel love and sorrow for her
Love, for the beauty and innocents of her
Sorrow, because people will always judge her before they know her
My sister's wings will always be tied down
But her heart will always be free to fly

Yes, my sister is different
Yes, she doesn't understand
But yet she knows how to love
And that is the most important thing