A Poem from My Sister

My little sisters, twins (9) are my everything. My everything. Everything. One of them wrote me this letter when she was 8.

"A flower may die, The sun may set.
But a sister like you I will never forget.
Your name is precious, it never gets old,
Its engraved in my heart in the letters of gold."

The poem is attached to my mirror along with other poems and pictures they have drawn/written for me. I gave them black and white notebooks to write in, and they come up with the most heartfelt poetry, some of which they share and some of which they deem too "private" for me. At their age, it amazes me what their little minds come up with. They write with the minds of people much older. And the more I type this, the more I realize how similar my sisters and I are. I already know that it is my duty to provide as someone they can look up to. So I have to succeed. I have to set the bar high for them, knowing full well they have the powers to do so when they are ready to. On 11/11/03, failure became an obsolute term in my vocabulary.
Find your motivation. And eradicate failure.