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.

My dear sister, Carol, is celebrating another year of life. She’s had her share of turmoil this year. It seems that 2020 is the year that keeps on giving – more and more surprises and things we find hard to deal with. Carol is one of those steel magnolias that most women strive to be. I’ve cherished her from the day she was born, even though I didn’t always seem to.

My life and the lives of all those she’s touched along the way, have been so much better because of her. I know God has a special place reserved for both of us in heaven and that we will be reunited again for all eternity. Until then, happy birthday to my sister, my dearest friend, my shoulder to lean on and my connection to the past. I love you.


About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. 🥳to the sister of my friend

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