Reunited
By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 2004
The days of my childhood were empty
without you there to run and play
and chatter with
beneath the towering pines.
When I was an impetuous teen,
where was your guiding hand?
As marriage, motherhood, and mayhem
filled my middle years,
I could have used a loving confidant.
But here you are at last,
the sister of my soul,
the beat that keeps my heart moving,
the inspiration to love, and create,
and hold near and dear
all those open arms which now,
in my waning years,
have appeared, tied together with
bonds so strong they must surely be
our intertwining silver threads of life --
soul sisters, reunited as friends.
