Her eyes are green,
Her hair is blond,
She looks like
Olivia Newton John.

My eyes are brown,
So is my hair,
On a good day,
I can look like Cher.

In high school,
She attracted all the jocks,
The only boys I got
Came from auto shop.

When we were young,
I hated her beauty,
Mainly because
I wasn't a cutie.

Now that we're grown,
Not only sisters but friends,
I've come to appreciate
The beauty she carries within.

A poem about my sister, Cyndi, whose inner beauty shines through like sunshine.