It’s Not Blood That Matters

You are tall, intelligent, one of a kind woman I know.
A caring, humble, straightforward kind of girl, befriended by all.
Never did I realize that time introduced me to your world.
And that’s how our friendship started without lies, deception, but truth.
Time went, it so passed and you discovered my passion to write.
You encouraged me to write something about you even though I ignored,
You said ‘it’s your skills and I really want your craft’.
So, I started to think, describe you then create a draft.
Years passed and I almost forgot the talent I had first.
But, you cheer me up even if we are miles apart.
With hopes not to stop, nor be famous, but develop my passion.
Letting you know that you are one of my many inspiration.
You are my older sister and I am your younger brother.
It’s not Blood that matters, you and I, brother and sister.

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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J.rid
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This is an inspiring poem about true friendship. I think if we have someone behiind us
to keep us going and beleiving in us that spurs us on. I enjoyed reading.

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