Sisters

They giggle and run, fingers entwined. They pose for me but then it becomes a joyful game and I gaze upon this unspeakable unity that will bind them together as long as they live. The same is so for me. I am utterly blessed to posses two forever friends, my sisters. We own the same memories, family, heart yearnings, and healed wounds. We cry till we laugh and laugh till we cry. We are separated by miles but not by depth of love. These dear sisters, mine and my daughters' are our escape, our antidote, our listening ear. They are a gift.