Sisters' Love
from Juliette Low Ceremony '05, (c) Rebecca Glon
I can’t remember much from my early years,
Not even colors or my two year old fears, But there’s still that picture where I’m on the ground, And you’re reading a book to me upside-down. With me in diapers, I just can’t help but laugh, ‘Cause I know nothin’s changed too much from the past. It’s the love of a sister That’s helped me grow. It’s shown me how things In this big world go. When I look back, The one thing I’ll think of Is how much I learned From my sister’s love. I wasn’t that popular in middle school, Laughed at and made fun of ‘cause I wasn’t cool. After years of crying, I saw it one night, That thing I needed to help me win the fight: These same horrors—I saw you come charging through, And if you had made it, I wanted to too. It’s the love of a sister That’s helped me heal, How to deal with things That I wish weren’t real. Now I bear burdens On the wings of a dove Because it’s so strong: My sister’s love. Our Mariner Ship, no one gets completely, How the years turn you into a family-- Bay Jammer, Devil’s, brothers in Peshtigo Log-rolling, drill, and code flags I won’t let go, Plus one of the times that made it all worthwhile: You said, “It’s all you, Bec,” and gave me a smile. It’s the love of a sister That gives me pride, Makes me check myself On this wild ride. I wear it proudly ‘Cause it fits like a glove So everyone sees My sister’s love. |
For many years, I shut God out of my life.
I played it tough, shouldered all my pain and strife. That night, I couldn’t sleep and we talked for hours, ‘Bout what it truly was, that heav’nly power. You helped me see His light through unexplained tears That washed away the wond’ring of all those years. It’s the love of a sister That’s made me cry, And know I can believe, Yet still ask why. Each night on my knees, I thank God above For reaching me Through my sister’s love. This ship gave me younger sisters of my own Who make up the reason I love coming home. I was never the older, but now that I’ve been it, I can’t imagine life without them in it. Everyday I live, I work so hard to be Like the inspiration that you were to me. It’s the love of my sister That helps me when I strive to make myself Worthy of them, Of these gifts that God Has sent from above I’ll show them all A sister’s love. Sailing on Lake Michigan, fights in the snow, Levi’s, grasshoppers, bored with nowhere to go, Idaho, Devil’s Lake, attempting to sing, Country music, the Pharses, watching The Ring Cameras, pizza, remembering not to curse, Alarm clocks, group naps, and looking through G’s purse. As you go through life, I know you’ll think of The things you couldn’t do without a sister’s love. |
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Updated October 27th, 2015
Updated October 27th, 2015