Sisters and Forgiveness

 

2-10-2025 

Sisters and Forgiveness

Enid, after Dad died, you shut me out,
No words, no reason—just silence and doubt.
In losing him, I lost you too,
A wound so deep, I never knew
How grief could twist, how love could fade,
How pain could cut like a sharpened blade.

Fourteen years, the echoes remained,
The questions unanswered, the heartache unchained.
Then you returned, with a simple refrain—
"Let bygones be bygones," yet you never explained.
What were those bygones? What was the cost?
Did you know how much I had lost?

You spoke of jewelry I never knew,
Yet the locks had changed, the door closed too.
I never fought for things of gold,
For love was worth far more than hold.
Losing you was losing part
Of something precious, torn apart.

And though the wounds were cut so deep,
Through darkest nights, I chose to keep
The memories of when we laughed and cried,
When we stood together, side by side.

I've battled storms, I've walked through fire,
Survived the pain, the loss, the trials.
Yet here we stand, the past behind,
With open hearts and hands entwined.

So, happy birthday, my sister, my friend,
May love and time allow us to mend.
And when the years make memories fade,
I'll remind you of the love we have.

And when you can’t recall the year,
I’ll be right there, loud and clear—
To remind you, with a knowing grin,
You’re another year older than I am!

Clarissa Enid Marshall, my sister true,
Despite it all—I still love you.