Sister

Some years ago, a man and wife, Tried for a family. They tried in vain, and then one day came a child, That child was me. Their life had now been made complete, They were happy, they were glad. No longer just a man and wife, But now my mum and dad. They tried for more; of this I’m sure, But there never was another. So the one thing that I never had, Was a sister or a brother. Now I’ve grown up and married well, Sometimes though I did falter. Forgetting some of the things I said, When I was at the alter. But you were there to talk to me, And help me right my life. For now I’m where I want to be, With Marie my precious wife. When my mum died you were my rock, And this I won’t forget. You were also there when dad died too, I’m forever in your debt. So Margaret this is just for you, A poem in a letter. If god had let me choose a sister, I couldn’t have chosen one better.