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Wednesday, October 19, 2022

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









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