A Sonnet For My Sister.

How can a delicate flower remain?
When His unloving winds impair Her stem
The sun fades, the sky’s black, with pouring rain
And yet still she retreats right back to him.
His sun rays burn and her petals do fall.
She smiles but no delight behind her eyes.
She blocks his storm, but can not block it all.
Her fragile green leaves are frail from his lies.
Yet his rain pours before her stem drops dead
Mature, and lovely she sways like a queen.
A stunning flower, with many tears shed.
Any time, on my shoulder she can lean.
But just like me, she stays for the twister.
I’ll never change the love for my sister.