My Sister

My sister, I called,

You came running to me.

There we stood, both hurt and confused,

Neither of us let it be.

Back home, we talked of our dilemmas,

Yet we acknowledged our mirrored strength.

We knew we’d survive beyond that day,

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* Proud Mom of two daughters * Grandmother to an adorable baby girl * Sales by day * Writer by night *Ageless spirit * Eco-friendly one step at a time *

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