I Hate the Moon

Written by: cheryle sanders

I hate the moon because I look at the same one as you, yet you are so far away. 
I miss our childhood days when we lived on top of each other, argued, looked and smelled the same. 
I fear as we grow old we will grow further apart. 
This is why I sometimes cry, even though I am so very tough. 
No matter how much time goes by, I love you, Big Sister, with all my heart and more than words could ever say. 
My iron butterfly ?