A 'Sister' Poem

My sisters-left to right, youngest to oldest with mom(She took the sister-pic) went out today tocelebrate my youngest sister's 50th birthday!A most, precious day💖 Happy 50th, Baby Sis! Dear mother... (turning 80 on Nov.1st, Lord willing) We share a sweet comraderyA bond second to noneWhere once upon our mother’s kneeIts beauty was begun Where once upon a little girlWe could not comprehendThe oyster that concealed the pearlOf both sister and friend The forge of home-sweet-work-and-playAnd tit-for-tat-and suchDisguised the precious, priceless fraySoft-tumbling through our touch Where, in the warp and weave of yearsThat slip and spill and sweepThe brunt of love and life endearsUs to its flying leap And to the quirks that make us, UsFor better or worse, ohWe laugh, misunderstand and fussAnd love each other so And marvel at the way time tripsThrough youth and middle ageAnd help each other come to gripsWith each new, untried stage While sharing books and recipesAnd strolls down memory laneAnd tugs and hugs and sympathiesWith no need to explain While marveling at what unfurlsLike pearls, caught in a jarWhere we will always be ‘mom’s girls’However old we are Where what began on mother’s kneeContinues the fine artOf what sisters will always beForever young at heart © Janet Martin