The Spirit Of A Sister - Poem by Janette Anderson
A most special friend
the one to call
when in crisis
one thing that is constant in life
cause life is like a roller coaster
that silvers up and down a chain of slopes.
I now gloat and beckon your forgiveness
and love for our blood is not by chance
ordinary, but a unique strain.
Thus remember in my times of acute
frenzy and despair what
sisters are all about --
celebrating the sweet with the bitter.
He's known this promise before
The system has given it
False hopes to know love, hug
Mother, Father, play Cowboys and Indians.
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