I wish we were little girls again.
Playing with our dolls.
Making mud pie lunches.
Holding hands-
wading in mud puddles.
Our mother washing our hair.
Snuggling in sheets fresh from the line.
Listening to crickets as we drift off to sleep.
I wish we were little girls again, you and I.
We've grown, raised our children-
watched the smiles on their angel faces.
Watched them grow before our very eyes.
They moved on our mother hearts cried.
We knew it was to be- we gave them wings.
Now years have passed.
You are ill, suffering every day.
My heart cries for you.
It cries for the day when we were little girls.
Running with our barefeet through the grass.
My sister I love you so.
I pray for your comfort through all the pain.
I see your face changed from all the pain.
The voice is still that of my sister.
Never dreamed the years would bring such pain.
We're suppose to grow old together.
Three sisters sitting watching the flowers grow.
Reminiscing about our childhood, our children.
My sister I love you, know this as you go.
