The years have been hard No greater blessing As children we slept We've seen some come true Our days now we spend With a smile we remember Our hair is now silver Still I'm thankful each day by Patrice Vicory©
For my sister and me
But we're together right to the end
From heaven did flow
Than the birth of my dear sister/friend
In the same feather bed
Sharing our dreams and our fears
Gave comfort at loss
Been faithful down through the years
In our old rocking chairs
The kitty does rest on her lap
Both good times and bad
Till we go in the house for a nap
Sis walks with a cane
Together we have grown old
That she is still here
My sister, more precious than gold!
