I am 12 again

You call

And I pick

The phone up

It's you

My sister.

You are not my

Sister by birth,

Your better.

I picked you.

We laugh

And giggle 

And you make 

Me feel 12.

Innocent 

Silly

And full 

Of life.

Our conversation

Is

Short 

But my favorite

Part comes.

Goodbye,

I say I love you.

You respond,

I love 

You too

Azizam.

I am your 

Sister

And

You are 

Pure

Persian

Love.