This Sister of Mine

Days long past I saw her there

Gliding on skates without a care.

This was her home was my thought

Her gift was natural no lessons taught.

It amazed me how she couldn’t see

The beauty she exhibited was so free.

Words of praise went unheard

For to be happy on earth was against the Word

Of a book she held on to so tight.

I could not hope to win such a fight.

Skating was one thing that allowed her to be

Graceful, relaxed and so carefree.

Anywhere else she was so unsure

Of her life and her future it was all a blur.

My highest hope for this one is this

That she see not continue to dismiss,

The strengths she has forgotten about

Veiled by insecurity and doubt.

I love this sister of mine its true

The time to express this long overdue.

No matter the future, the past, the now,

I will love you forever, this I vow.

Anita Spradling

8-6-06