Though your eyes were drowsy and your body tired You hummed sweet lullabies as the night passed byĬhasing all of the demons and monsters away I knew that nothing could burst our safe bubble Your calming nature could always soften my troubleĪnd whilst my fingers were held tight in yours My hand reached for you when the dark settled Sisters are forever, in it for the long run. When parents mutter “don’t you wish we had sons…”īut when you put it all together and all is said and done Taking the bumpy roads along with the smooth ones
We can communicate in essays or just with a glanceīetween us, there is no first, too many, or even last chance Sending off messages, Instagram tags, talking in memes Laughing and joking for hours on the phoneĮxcited for the holidays when we both return home Wiping away tears when the world feels too much Speaking a secret language, unknown to another Growing up together we learn from each other It is hidden in our gestures, our thoughts, and what we say Sisters share more than just blood type or D-N-A “Sisters are forever, in it for the long run” Sisters are always in the good times and the bad That you will be on my side no matter which way the wind is blowing Getting lost and stumbling down the wrong pathīut always knowing that we can depend on each other Growing up together, talking life hand in hand Not only does the story of our childhood unfold My fingers brush the spine and a small smile spreadsįlicking through the crumpled pages and curled old prints Taking the photo album from the dusty shelf Pulling her closer for a warm tight embrace “I will always love you.” “Don’t worry my Sister.” I say “It doesn’t matter what we say or do” “She just wants to be like her big sister and see the world through your eyes” “Don’t leave out your Sister.” My Father would gently advise. “Don’t fall out with your Sister.” My mother would softly say.Īs she pulled me tight into a hug and wiped my tears away. “You may be my only Sister…” I would whisper “But your face is still covered in snot!” “Don’t make fun of your Sister!” My Father would scold, “She is the only one you’ve got!” “Yeah that’s right” my Sister would taunt, “You are stuck with me whether you like it or not!” “Don’t argue you with your Sister!” My mother would yell “She is the only one you’ve got!” There is no one else in the world who could love and accept me more than you can. Where I am slow, you are fast.īut your light has helped me find the way when I was lost in my dark.Īnd my dark has helped you find some peace when your light was too stark.īeing sisters, I have learned, is not about all the things we share.īeing sisters, I have learned, is not about all the ways we can compare.īeing sisters for me is that no matter where I am How can we share so many things and yet be so different? Sometimes I wished I were smarter: The one to know all you knew.īut the thing that I wished the most, was to be just like you. Sometimes I wished I were louder: The one to have the final say. Sometimes I wished I were bigger: The one to lead the way. You didn’t always catch me but you have always picked me up after a fall. Sometimes you were another father scaring away ghosts in the night.Īlways you were my best friend, the person I could trust above all,
Sometimes you were another mother holding on a little too tight, You took my hand through every stumble watching me learn and grow. You held me from the moment I was born and you never let me go,