A close friend in heart and blood

Who helps me clean the mud

The mud of life, of tress

When I am in a mess

Through six years younger

We still get along just fine-

when she’s twenty-nine

I’ll be thirty-five-

And still alive

Age is a small matter

When it comes to one of God’s greatest gifts-

That of sisterhood. 

This poem is about: 
My family



Dedicated to my younger sister, Eva

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