A Sister's Love
A SISTER'S LOVE
Hey Sistah...
Sistah I'm talking to you did you not hear me Sistah
you over there... Yeah you with those tiny crows feet dripping slowly around the corner shadows of your eyes
Oh my fault how arrogant and unkind that must sound
Sistah, On yeah that's right, in reality you are my "Sister"
Sister
Nerve of me to disrespect, even disregard...shame on me. Shame on me. Wow!!
Sister, you're my sister you are the sibling who carries peace, joy, gentleness, self control in a resounding voice like that of a Church choir on any given Sunday.
Sister!! yeah if I'm not mistaken please forgive me. Joy, peace, gentleness, self control should be your name so full of wisdom & discipline...for that's one of many reasons I call you Sister.
Sister!! Oh sister how precious you are. Never change your virtuous ways.
"Sister"
Deborah Vines 6/19/2018
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