"Sister, Sister"

  Sister, Sister,

Take my Hand,

and we'll go back

as far as we can,

back through the fields 

of Memory,

to the long- ago,

you and me.

Childhood was home,

and home was light,

and love and warmth,

on a cold, dark night,

and there at the Heart

of home were we,

the long- ago,

you and me.

 

We whispered secrets,

laughed and cried,

ran wild outdoors

or stayed inside,

held safely in the

Arms of Family,

the long- ago,

you and me.

We were little then,

Now we are grown,

but I love you still,

my Sister, my Own~

and still at home

in my Heart are we,

the long-ago

you and me.

             ~Unknown

                                                             ~Beannaichte'  

~To Karen & Sharon; my Sisters. ~With Love...                                                                                                       (11-28-11)