Sister Dana Poem by Tracy Craighead

Sweet Sister,

In his wisdom, God could see
That I needed you
To become me
Good or bad, through sorrow or pain
You often feel my thunder
And know how to quiet my rain

We are two, but still merely one
It took many years to see
That you and I
Are always better as a 'we'

Sharing as children
A world of our own
Traveling on swing sets
For that long ride home

We dance around the edge
Of what others call sanity
And delight in our music
And moments of levity

We are young again
Yet, Maybe only in our mind
But when together, our anxiety
Of the future is blind

So, I feel your soul
And know it's one of a kind
We push to look ahead
And to leave so much behind

Sister, my friend, you a part of me
The good part, the silent part
That which no other can see