Sisters, daughters, granddaughters

(Sister & Opal)
Sisters, growing up together, sharing the accomplishments of their worlds; their pains of their experiences, the joys of their dreams. Even then, few may go their own separate ways. Some, only for awhile and return into each other’s familiar arms once again.
Sisters, a special bond, that seems to know each other unlike any other. Sharing laughter and silliness that girls will. Sharing tears of discouragements at times, usually life’s best lesson’s learned. And giving comfort to each other, when no one else just seems to be enough.


(Opal's daughters)
Sisters; the laughter and joys of play. It is trust, unlike
any other. Sisters are what memories are made of.
Don’t let each other forget those times. Hold on.
Hold on to each other and all that’s been and all that will
be, even with each other’s imperfections. Forgive.
And if, one needs to leave your side for awhile to explore
their own grounds and paint their own mural, let it be.
Let it be as it needs to be. With arms wide open.

Don’t hurt one another. As there will come a day in your
life time, that it will be your sister whom will
Hold you close, unlike any other. And will know you,
unlike any other and her hug will feel unlike any other.

And you will know you’ve come home, again.


(Opal's Granddaughters)
Sisters. So innocently so.
The best of friends, even
When tempers blow.
Sisters. The sweetest of all friends.
A love and care that never ends.
In everlasting words, I speak;
I love you, my sweet sister.