A 'Sister' Poem

 

My sisters-left to right, youngest to oldest with mom

(She took the sister-pic) went out today to

celebrate my youngest sister's 50th birthday!

A most, precious day💖

Happy 50th, Baby Sis!

Dear mother... (turning 80 on Nov.1st, Lord willing)

We share a sweet comradery

A bond second to none

Where once upon our mother’s knee

Its beauty was begun

Where once upon a little girl

We could not comprehend

The oyster that concealed the pearl

Of both sister and friend

The forge of home-sweet-work-and-play

And tit-for-tat-and such

Disguised the precious, priceless fray

Soft-tumbling through our touch

Where, in the warp and weave of years

That slip and spill and sweep

The brunt of love and life endears

Us to its flying leap

And to the quirks that make us, Us

For better or worse, oh

We laugh, misunderstand and fuss

And love each other so

And marvel at the way time trips

Through youth and middle age

And help each other come to grips

With each new, untried stage

While sharing books and recipes

And strolls down memory lane

And tugs and hugs and sympathies

With no need to explain

While marveling at what unfurls

Like pearls, caught in a jar

Where we will always be ‘mom’s girls’

However old we are

Where what began on mother’s knee

Continues the fine art

Of what sisters will always be

Forever young at heart

© Janet Martin