A mother’s own sister is special, for sure.
Take Ollie – it’s true here of her.
These years long apart,
She’s still in our heart.
In thinking of her, our spirits stir.
Connected we are by sisters of two.
How close they were and we are too.
When I think of my Lynn,
I can’t wait to begin
The discourse of love I now do.
These two years have been hard I do know.
But I’ve seen you still blossom and grow.
Though it’s not been real loud,
You’d have made your ma proud.
Through the hard times the softness came through.