Letter from Sister#Emotions unplugged

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This is a poem close to my heart as it is penned down by my eldest sister for my birthday. This is her poem which I want to share. This reminds me of my mother who had a habit of penning down her thoughts on our birthdays. 
Please read on .........

On the  birthday of my little sis, who will be always little and cutest person on earth for me. So, here's for Juju:

Tender age of four was mine,
When white as snow with glow and shine,
Chubby cheeks sailed into our hearth,
The cutest prettiest bundle of joy, ever on earth.
Tender age of two was Molly,
Awestruck amazed at this roly poly.
Juju Juju was what she muttered,
So, that is what she will be called, everyone uttered.
While growing up, she kept everyone on their toes,
She was a delight for both friends and foes.
Her elephant like memory and easy grasp,
This beauty with brains made everyone gasp.
I know her for her caring, loving and gentle ways,
My li'l sis, our Mom's Raju, is always positive, with no nays.
I wish her the best of life's hue,
May all her heart's desires come true.

Wishing you a rocking birthday behna.🎁✨🎉🎂
Love you loads, Daisy.❤️

Love, 
Juju

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