“Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.” Margaret Mead
When we were young and innocent, so very long ago,
I didn’t think too much of you at all,
You’d tag along behind me like the shadow you would throw,
Our youth is gone, but still we can recall.
The nights we danced like movie stars, dressed in our own bed sheets,
The mud pies made at grandma’s old farm house,
We fed them to the hungry dog who treasured those weird treats,
We kept that secret quiet as a mouse,
When we became young women I was just four years ahead,
But still you took the spotlight for a while,
The boys all came to court you, I’d lay waiting in my bed,
To hear about your first kiss and I’d smile.
The years went by so quickly and we both took different roads,
We lived our journeys far away from home,
Our families grew, our work increased, we lived each episode,
We shared our lives upon the telephone.
Now as our lives are ebbing and we turn our thoughts to death,
We know that God is waiting for us there,
And when we get to heaven, each day will bring us new breath,
New life and peace, eternal rest we’ll share.
But now we’re in the present and the truth is we’re not dead,
The Lord has more He wants for us to do,
Now texting is our visiting, and emails must be read.
Those things for now will help to see us through.
So on this special birthday, for my only sibling’s years,
I’ll text you with this little poem you see,
My love for you won’t waiver and even through happy tears,
I’ll never forget what you mean to me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR CAROL. THOUGH MILES SEPARATE US, WE CAN ALWAYS PICK UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF. BLESSINGS FOR TODAY AND MANY MORE BIRTHDAYS.