When I call you Sister,
It is not the same
As the bonds born out of blood
This time around.

It is Sister, in all sense Divine.
It is, as if at the time of creation,
When our soul was born,
We spilt in two,
Each a compliment to the other.

You are mentor, friend, sister, self,
A child of my heart,
To hold and nurture and give comfort.
There are memories to share,
Of things done before.
And plans to make
For what’s to come.

I don’t know what life will bring
Or when we’ll be together.
You’ll walk beside me, wherever I go
In my heart forever.

Others will come
And choose to grow.
The notes we’ll play
Will blend and rise
And all we do will harmonize
And be in Perfect Order