If you don't understand how a woman
Could both love her sister dearly
And want to wring her neck at the same time,
Then you were probably an only child."
~ Linda Sunshine~

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~ Sisters~Friends ~

Time Will Never Change
The Love We Share As Sisters

Time has changed our secrets
and the pigtails in our hair;
It has changed the silly arguments
and the giggles that we shared.
It has changed our childish happiness
to grown-up make-believe,
And leaving us with little else,
it has slowly changed our dreams....

Time has come along and changed
the essence of our world;
Then finally and silently,
it has changed the little girls.
But having taken away the dreams
and the simple things we shared before.
Time has led us to the lasting things
we need each other for...

Memories of moments
that were made for us to share,
The crazy laughter
that's somehow always there,
The hidden corners of our lives
only we will ever know,
And the love that becomes deeper
and sweeter as it grows.

Time changes many things
and some dreams come apart,
But nothing can reach or change
the love for you that lives within my heart.

Dianna Barnett


Sisters

When Nan and I were little
We sometimes used to fight:
She'd read my secret diary
And I would scratch and bite.

If she pulled up the window shade
I would want it down;
If she wore short pajamas
I'd wear a long nightgown.

But then we learned it's better
To have a sister-friend,
Someone beside you in the dark,
Someone to hold your hand.

Now we're glad my hair is long
And hers is short and curled.
The difference doesn't matter:
We're two against the world!

Ruth Whitman


~Midi "The Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler~