Holding hands skipping
In circles 'round and 'round,
Ringing around the Rosie,
Then we go falling down.

Happy and contented,
Lives filled with glee,
No worries in our world,
Loved and carefree.

Sisters born and bonded,
Together always you see,
We were like little shadows,
Where you saw one, two would be.

She is a part of me,
Our lives together meld,
When we need a helping hand,
For the other we just yell.

Help is quickly coming,
No matter the reason,
We are sisters for life,
Through each and every season.

Parents gone on to Glory Land,
Leaving us Bible taught and Prayer led,
Troubled times bring us together,
Prayers flow from our bowed heads.

We lean together on the teaching,
Lived before many years ago,
Knowing in life what we reap later,
Are the crops that we now sow.

I look upon my precious sister,
Outer and inner beauty I find,
The heart that beats within her,
With God's love is intertwined.

In my mind I still see little sisters,
Skipping 'round and 'round,
But today instead of falling,
We are surely Heaven bound.

I love you my beautiful sister!

Gayle Davisİ
October 23, 2007
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