Thank You for Sisters Named, Not Born
I Name You Sister
If ever there was my sister, never born to my own mother, it is you
The one I call on, the one who calls,
We have lived together and far apart
So similar, so different, oh we have lived!
In every dark corner, and on some well lit stages
Through beginnings, endings, and all diversions between
Wandering through innocent joy and into unpredicted sorrow
On the greatest of odysseys
With brief rest for path revisions and prayers to unknown Gods
If ever there was my sister, never born to my own mother, it is you
I know you as a giggling child, a wise woman
A crone with aches and pains and heartbreaks
You know me as a girl, grown to woman, in your reflection
You heard every squeaking growth surge from my knees
From my thoughts, from my painful stretches to question the Universe
We have polished raw diamonds together, you and I
Mined them, with common tools in dim light, and brought them to the surface
If ever there was my sister, never born to my own mother, it is you
Birthing sons, children loved as my own
Riding shotgun in my own meandering canoe so I was not alone
Opposite worlds, hand woven into familiarity
With bonds stronger than blood
Decades of truth exacting trust
Years of laughing, weeping, hurting, and almost healing
Exploration of battle scars without bragging while hand holding into new battles without fear
We trade trinkets and landmarks, solace and humor
with open hands, embracing comfort, knowing losses and wise to living
We are sisters
Our faces forever transformed,
Our hearts, ever young maidens dancing to changing music
For: Linda
LEA KELLEY SAYING THANK YOU FOR... 
Just as beautiful as the one who wrote it, and the one it was written for.
Such a lovely post.
This is how I feel about my best friend as well. We share a bond so deep that we sometimes feel like we’re sisters seperated by mothers.
Karen