Comments about whistle gal
Sister Of Mine
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 ...