“Sisters”

I now have true sisters,

A gift from above,

They show me every day,

What it means to love.
 

Maybe it’s a wounded animal,

Maybe a wounded soul,

Their door is always open,

providing comfort their only goal.
 

No, they are not saints,

And will tell you exactly how they feel,

But I have never met women like this,

Who truly “see” and “feel”.
 

So life has made us sisters,

Meeting only a while ago,

But the “story of you in me”,

Is we will always be,

Sisters of the Soul.
 

Sue Briesch

Original verse 2002 revised 2007