The Spirit Of A Sister

A most special friend

the one to call

when in crisis

one thing that is constant in life

cause life is like a roller coaster

that silvers up and down a chain of slopes.

I now gloat and beckon your forgiveness

and love for our blood is not by chance

ordinary, but a unique strain.

Thus remember in my times of acute

frenzy and despair what

sisters are all about --

celebrating the sweet with the bitter.



False Hope



He's known this promise before

The system has given it

False hopes to know love, hug

Mother, Father, play Cowboys and Indians.

by Janette Anderson

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