My sister and I are one. Our souls walk hand in hand and sway as one with the grief and joyous winds of each and every day. Our one heart holds firmly onto a greater hope that brings us through this life together, lifting us up when we can no longer carry one another. And as time leaves its kiss of age we can see one another through younger eyes, and witness the truest beauty -one of spirits grown in the kind and nurtured soil of friendship and we can be young together for eternity.

My sister and I are one. Our souls walk hand in hand and sway as one with the grief and joyous winds of each and every day. Our one heart holds firmly onto a greater hope that brings us through this life together, lifting us up when we can no longer carry one another. And as time leaves its kiss of age we can see one another through younger eyes, and witness the truest beauty -one of spirits grown in the kind and nurtured soil of friendship and we can be young together for eternity.