This poem, written in 1993, by my aunt (her other poems are in the blog: “95 and Still Writing” ) to Kay, my mother, is so special. I posted it here in August, but thought that I would add it again…
(They grew up, and continue to live, in New Hampshire. Okie, nicknamed for being born in Okanogan, WA is now 95; Kay, called Funny in the poem, is now 93; and Esther, called Digger in the poem, is now 97. (Note: April 11: Esther had a stroke and passed away this morning….please see the next post, “sisters…….” if you would like to read more thoughts…)
A lovely tribute
to a lifetime of love, friendship and connection
from one sister,Okie…to another, Kay.
Please enjoy “their whispers of long ago years…”
And a few photos from those long ago years…
Updating to this past summer…
Okie, 95, on the left, and Kay, 93, on the right continue to do well
Esther, 97, the oldest sister, has been well until a few days ago
Whether we have sisters or not…
may we all take each others’ hands….
for times of adventure and fun,
perhaps, during times of difficulty,
to listen, to care, to connect and to support…
…sisters, sisters, take my hand…