When I look at you
‘Sister’ comes to mind
When we laugh- and cry
The memories we’ve left behind.
When I see you some days
I want to walk up and whisper
How blessed I am
To have you as a sister.
I love how we can just
Sit and be silent
And without saying a word
Say all that’s important
I know that whenever
I need a hug or a smile
I can turn to my sisters
And they’ll walk with me the whole mile.
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