My Dear Sister,
Your picture in the drawer
hidden years from my sight
Did you too ever wonder or
think of me in the night
Not one time playing together
Not ever did we share a morsel
Not a park did we ever visit
Nor a letter shared by parcel
My thoughts scatter with now age
of the what-if's and what-evers
My humble hearts love does not
strive in vain to be so clever
What is it that you thought
when they kept us far apart
Was you like I dear sister
so lost alone in the dark
Did you fear the unknows
and wish the comfort of my charm
Did you sister, think of me too
praying that I keep far from harm
Never a fight to call you bad sister
Not one time did I hold your hand
though I think of you often
why haven't I searched of you
through out the land
© Written by Linda Bates Terrell