I think of you in July

As we chatted on the phone

About our plans for the August visit.

I remember the gentle country twang

Of your voice

As we chatted on the phone.

We were family even then

Before we met

Sisters of the Heart

The Sister God gave me

For only a brief time.

I think of you in August

And that Summer we boarded a Greyhound

To get to your place

Finally to me feet face to face

And to be the sisters God created us to be.

We may not have shared

The same family tree

But we both shared the blood

of Christ

And that truly made us family.

I remember the way we laughed

When your birthday present got their a week after we did

And we had mailed it out two weeks before we left.

I think of you In Septemember

As we boarded a bus

home bound

Not knowing that the last time

Would truly be the last time

Of a face to face meeting

Our friendship

That sister bond would grov over the years

But one Feburary I would call

And before anything was said

I knew the Sister of my Heart was dead

Gone to glory

Home with her King.

I remember how her husband

Told me how much I meant to her

How I was truly a sister to her

And I know in the course of our friendship

I told her the same.

And now as I live my family

And she dances in glory

I'll look forward to the day

We see each other again.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

7/7/2012