Sisters Sweet

More about Sisters Sweet

Sisters, sweet they were—
Little did they know
how their relationship
would blossom
and grow, that
the life they shared
day by day, though
in the moment
thought ordinary
was quite
the other way—
with all its
ups and downs,
ins and outs,
love and laughter
fighting, shouts—
all were woven
into something
extraordinary—
extraordinary
within the
tapestry
of life—with
threads of silver,
threads of gold,
black ones,
white ones,
colors bold—
shades
and parades
of textures
rising and
falling,
twisting and
knotting, sometimes
unravelling
with lost hopes,
but then with
caring and sharing,
love—
the threads were
gathered back up
again
and then
embroidered
into something
beautiful—which
was a story,
a story
unique to themselves—
a story of their own,
one worth holding onto
within the picture frame
of home.
Yes—A story worth holding,
unique and golden
within the picture
frame of home,
within the picture
frame of love,
within the picture
frame of life.

(poem my own) Now, Thanks to Riffusion, there is a song as well—if you wish to give a listen, follow the link below : )

https://www.riffusion.com/riff/0723c6ab-d80e-4b1d-9959-899c21f8fb5d