“Good Morning gorgeous” echoes down the hall her voice altered into a decibel that she created a clear tone only meant to the one who knows
I have looked at her for 27 years and counting, I witnessed growth naturally aligned with her stars never gone astray with a mind for a compass a heart to balance and a body to embrace those who need
Her strength bewitched me from mishaps to miracles her legs never failed her from tree climbing to moving houses from cartwheels to driving in foggy weather Her courage moved me from enduring unfairness to teaching about fairness her rationale calmed me and it was when she carried her baby that I felt mother nature adopt her into motherhood blessing her with power unknown to man with endurance with love, with intensified fountains of love, waterfalling everyday every night into her baby’s heart filling her with a glow only she knows how to grow
I saw her in a different light with her own world between her arms marveling at the strength that body has to carry and nourish
She has become a mother even though from time to time I still steal a glance at the sister I knew but I, now, am the proud sister of a mother.