Of Sisters

 I went 'home' to recapture a few echoes this morning.

In many ways we are so very different

Yet, in so many ways we are the same

Time draws our feet in personal directions

But cannot steal the past from whence we came

And from the fabric of a common childhood

Kindred memories and laughter flow

To thread the ties binding our hearts together

Spun in those precious days of long ago

Sisters share a friendship like no other

Of home-spun values shaping our thought

Preserving in ourselves a bit of Mother

For beneath her hand we each were taught

And now in our own personal journeys

Of adulthood, of motherhood, of work

We cherish the friendship of dearest sisters

Who ask no explanation for our quirks

The hand of Time may scatter our pathways

But sealed in childhood’s sweet and simple age

Remain the echoes of a common chapter

Before life’s eager ever-turning page

And there abides a kindred understanding

In spite of change; in spite of where we roam

The dear and precious friendship of a sister

Will always feel a bit like coming home

© Janet Martin

 The sisters are getting together today:)