I am glad to see her
My sweet friend
My hearts friend
Her eyes are swollen
I give her a long hug, before
I take a seat
Pain visible in her eyes
She looks tired and tense
Vaguely smiling in my direction
She starts to talk
Her heart is heavy
She needs to unpack
I can taste her pain the more
Her emotions flow over her lips
Her heart is torn
She starts to cry
Softly at first
Then sobs race through her body
Iike a dam that is overflowing
I let her be…..
I was her not too long ago….
I rub her hand, as I try to wipe
my own tears
I am one with her pain
I also walked through the valley
of the shadow of death not too long ago
Our stories may slightly differ….but pain
is pain however you look at it
You need your sisters forged in the
fire when you go through the fire….
To unpack your heart
To impart their wisdom
I know without a doubt she will rejoice
and laugh again
My life is proof that a faithful Father
In the meantime, I will cheer her on
Cry with her
Be her sister as she walks through
this trying season
Soon she will reach her destination.
I will be there to celebrate with her!
There is something enchanting, magical, supernatural, when women support and root for each other!
— Ebigale Wilson
My Sisters Keeper