Sisters of Another Mother

Recently in my life I've come to realize how truly blessed I am by sisters and brothers all over the world who let me do life with them. In this realization came a longing to reach out and thank the for being them. But I also want to take away the pain, sorrow, and discontent. Alas, I can't do the latter, at least not in whole. That hole is actually filled by the one much more powerful than me...and not just the Governator. I'm talking God himself, the giver of life, the restorer to make all things good, and the ultimate Dad to fix me up with such sweet siblings...most of the time. hugs family

Sisters of another mother.
I’m honored that you would even bother
To call me your kin.

Brothers of another father
You teach me well and help the laughter
Bubble over the rim.

But sisters, why, how can this be
That you have pain away from me?

And brothers, where, with whom can you
Choose to do all those things you do?

Bros and sistas, come in close.
I want to hold you near.

But alas your stories and aches and craziness occurs
So far from me, so far from here.

I am thinking of you in my every thought
For that’s all I can do despite the efforts I’ve sought
I love you and there’s never a moment I’m not.