Ah, my sister, it's a shame
That we don't have more time
To know each other better--
It really is a crime

The love I feel for you runs deep,
And I hope you'll always know,
Part of my heart is yours to keep.
Hold it near wherever you go.

And when those times befall you
That the world seems to fall apart,
I will be there to comfort you--
I'll be within your heart.

Wilma C. Hewett

Copyright 1995