I once had a sister and she was my friend,
I thought she'd be mine for years without end.
She then met a man, Brad was his name,
He took her away, things have not been the same.
He gave her four children, plus Eman, that's five,
Now she is queen of a great, buzzing hive.
One baby, one girl, two boys and a teen,
Her time is all taken, if you know what I mean.
No visits, no phone calls, no chats late at night,
We're raising our families, it takes all our might.
Her family has grown, her love has increased,
Her life is much fuller, her sad times have ceased.
My sister's now missing and if all this sounds good,
You've not understood, when I'd hoped that you would.
(Now, Brad, I do love you so don't misconstrue,
what I've said is I miss her and "Man!... Lucky you!")
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Posted by Anonymous 
Monday, September 18, 2006 - Missing you too