When I was a just a babe of four months my mother began to change.

She was different in that she cried and cried and her body grew.

Her tummy began to bulge and I sensed an intrusion coming upon me.

Something or someone was crossing the line between my mother and me.

What could it be?

My mother would hold me tight each night and watch me ever so tenderly.

She would sing her songs and tell me that no matter what she loved me still.

“No one could come between us” she’d say.

So in those next few months she poured her love on me.

Then the day came when she brought someone new into my world.

Her arms were for this new babe that took her away from me.

I cried more than I ever cried before.

I wanted my mother just for me.

“Remember my promise” she’d say to me.

“No one could come between us.”

Years went by and my mother’s words proved true.

The babe she had didn’t stop her love for me.

She’s my sister and best of friends.

We would play and laugh and held each other dear.

Our hearts turned to one another in times of fear.

She’s true to me and her love is pure.

Her sweet voice as she sings brings such joy to my ear.

I cannot see a life that didn’t include her in it.

Though miles apart now she still touches my soul.

I miss her like no other.

We are the last of our growing up family.

We have just buried our brother.

In times like these we reminisce and remember.

God placed us together.

As a babe He had a purpose to bring her to me.

She’s a gift from God to strengthen me.

Ohhhh, how I love her so.