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You deserve much more than this...
and so much more than what I am.
I have trouble giving gifts--
there is no thing
no ribbon's twist
that could convey the emptiness
I feel when thinking of the bliss
the comfort of the telephone
and yeah, that fierce protective fist
(you always take good care of me)
and oh I pity the poor fool
who dares to try
to wish me harm
for you, my sis, are my strong-arm;
I'm only here 'cause you exist.
Your face, your ways, your strength is this:
so much more than I deserved.
I do not know what might have been
without your presence by my side.
I wish I'd bought you handkerchiefs,
for all the tears of mine you've dried.
You are amazing, treading paths,
stomping twice so I could have
the luxury of confidence
following you through life.
I would have died by now, I think.
so thank you for the sacrifice
that you made with loyalty--
forever sisters, we'll be three.
A celebration's trinity
sister Hood, and that is us...
a woman's club
and membership is closed.
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And yes, yes, I'm crying again...sigh...