Sisters, Friends

What a precious gift

My Sister is to me,

She lifts my spirit higher

Each time, her face, I see.

Her smile and cheerful laughter

Spreads joy each passing day.

When ever I call upon her,

 She comes without delay.

Born in the same family

Sisters ‘til the end;

But oh the added blessing,

I just call her Friend.

© 2004 Marie Williams