My Sister and I
My sister and I are as different
As spinach and blueberry pie,
Yet together we laugh,
Which reduces, by half,
All the ways our distinctions apply.
Even now, in New York for a visit,
Where the weather is brutally hot,
She, a Florida gal
From a schvitzy* locale,
Will insist that, to her, it is not.
Still, our blood and our family connect us,
Plus our faces wear similar smiles,
So our sisterly bond
Cuts through white hair and blond
And our spinach and blueberry styles.
*to schvitz means to sweat in Yiddish
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