Monday, February 1, 2010

Matching Braids (For my sister, Chelle)

I saw two little girls
With matching braids in their hair
They were talking and laughing
Without so much as a care

I watched as one pushed
The other in a swing,
And she listened intently as
Her friend began to sing

She smiled with joy
With a tear in her eye,
And she made a wish
On that bright blue sky

To always be happy and
To always be there,
To always have each other
For they were a pair

But as they grew older
Time made them part,
But never did it break
That loving bond in their heart

For they were not just
Ordinary friends,
No, they were sisters
And that bond never ends.