Sister, a moment of your time;
I want to thank you
For caring for my child as your own,
For sharing my secret grief,
For waiting with me
In the last long hour of light.
Your hands fed me in illness
Your words brought comfort in pain
Your knowing erased my doubts
Your gifts came as welcome rain.
You pass off my thanks,
“It was nothing,” you say,
“Anyone would have done as much.”
Yet your deeds are a bond between us
As lasting as sacred spoken vows,
Welding us into a flowing golden chain
With Emma, Eliza and the rest, then and now,
That encircles and warms all of our struggling hearts.
by Judith Curtis( copyright 2004)