Sisters Become Friends
Once a shallow jealousy
this enthusiastic Admiration
bellows from the highest altitudes
to the earth underground
It is love, it is love, it is love.
From the sidelines
to the goal posts
even when shots go wide
she claps and she cries
It is pride, it is pride, it is pride.
Unblinking, she watches
the swirls of color so bright
corralling her essence
she feels safe in her flaws
It is awe, it is awe it is awe.
An Admiration so grand
for a talent that transcends
the change within her Host
It must be growth; it is growth, it is growth.
