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JEAN

I made you laugh with baby giggles

leaning over your crib

gazing at the wonder

of my little sister

to hold in my arms.

You toddled behind me

my ever-present

sweet shadow

of little girl joy

and we sang our songs

while

we ran together

through the woods

the cat racing us

to the old white

joggling board

to bounce and swing

from old tree limbs.

We've always had our secrets

and sister-language

 conversations

said with eyes

 and hearts that break and soar.

You grew taller than me

carrying more than

your share of burdens

as we sat side by side

and held our mother's hand

as she left this world

and went ahead to

lead the way

so we may follow her one day.

You are my constant

bright star

my sister of heart

of blood

of womanhood.

You lean toward me now

to hold me close

making me laugh

as I gaze up

at the heart

of our family.

Ever present

ever constant

the child of grace

and woman wise

intertwined within my very soul.

 

I love you, my precious sister and admire your strength, wisdom and compassion more than words can say. 

JEAN AND STEVE