My sister is my heart

She opens doors to rooms

I never knew were there,

Breaks through walls

I don't recall building.

She lights my darkest corners

With the sparkle in her eyes.

My sister is my soul.

She inspires my wearied spirit

To fly on wings of angels

but while I hold her hand

My feet never leave the ground.

She stills my deepest fears

With the wisdom of her song.

My sister is my past.

She writes my history

In her eyes I recognize myself,

Memories only we can share.

She remembers, she forgives

She accepts me as I am

With tender understanding.

My sister is my future.

She lives within my dreams

She sees my undiscovered secrets,

Believes in me as I stumble

She walks in step beside me,

Her love lighting my way.

My sister is my strength

She hears my whispered prayers

That I cannot speak

She helps me fine my smile,

Freely giving hers away

She catches my tears

In her gentle hands.

My sister is like no one else

She's my most trusted friend

Filling up the empty spaces

Healing broken places

She is my rock, my insipiration.

Though impossible to define,

In a word, she is... my sister.

~ Lisa Lorden ~