Tall, but not as tall as I 

Chubby cheeks and brighter eyes

Supple skin 

And hair disregarded

Dark disposition

And more clever than most

Can be as sweet as sugar

And tough as a goat

Not wan

Nor gnarled

As a withering, elderly tree

She's my bestie completely

And explicitly

And as I postulate

About my sister's traits

I can't help but muse

about how she nostalgically

reminds me

of me.

When she's somber

in her slumbers

I am nice to her 

when she awakes

the next day.

And when she's congregated,

with her peers

Or I with mine

me and her

are forever near.

That's my sister

and though we don't 

show constant affection

we love each other and

will always lead 

each other

in the correct direction.