Sister
Some years ago, a man and wife,
Tried for a family.
They tried in vain, and then one day came a child,
That child was me.
Their life had now been made complete,
They were happy, they were glad.
No longer just a man and wife,
But now my mum and dad.
They tried for more; of this I’m sure,
But there never was another.
So the one thing that I never had,
Was a sister or a brother.
Now I’ve grown up and married well,
Sometimes though I did falter.
Forgetting some of the things I said,
When I was at the alter.
But you were there to talk to me,
And help me right my life.
For now I’m where I want to be,
With Marie my precious wife.
When my mum died you were my rock,
And this I won’t forget.
You were also there when dad died too,
I’m forever in your debt.
So Margaret this is just for you,
A poem in a letter.
If god had let me choose a sister,
I couldn’t have chosen one better.
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