Unsaid

When you walk down the road,
and you have someone to hold your hand,
You know what Im talking about.

When you envision dreams,
And you have someone to make them grand,
You know what Im talking about.

When there is insurmountable love
In the times you are pampered or reprimanded,
You know what Im talking about.

When things seem done as a piece of cake,
Without, for them, having demanded,
You know exactly what Im talking about.

This piece is my gratitude towards my sister, who has been there all along my journey, and is about to explore a whole new world -- only this time, itll be without me being there physically. This book is a repertoire of my love, adulation and respect for her through a reflection on the reservoir of memories along the way, which had until now been left unsaid.