Sister Of Mine Poem by whistle gal

I asked one day of my mother,
'Are you sure you did not birth another? '
For surely, in Julie, I see
A mirror image of me.

Yet you're Thelma, and I'm Louise!
I'm bullheaded, you're easy to please,
Always willing to bend,
Burning your candle at both ends,

Yet never seeming to break.
The people in your life, you never forsake,
So full of hidden strength,
The love in your heart, you share at length.

Such an honest, giving heart,
Pieces of which you are willing to impart...
Even down to the very last piece...
Giving of yourself, you never cease.

To me, you are inspiring,
Always working, never tiring.
Like a bird with a broken wing,
'Maybe I can't fly, but I CAN sing! '

With tragic beauty, a wounded flower
Still has the intrinsic power
To bring a smile to the saddest face,
And joy to spread all over the place.

Your charitable nature never seems to end,
Whether as mother, lover or friend,
Like a ray of sunshine after a storm,
Keeping everyone safe and warm.

I consider myself so lucky
Being separated at birth,
From a beautiful spirit like you
Who is loyal to the ends of the earth.

Even though these words
Came quickly to my pen,
There really aren't words to tell you
How much I cherish my friend.


Whistle Gal
May 12,2008