My Sister, My Best Friend
By Valarie E. Kinney
When I was a little girl and
My sleep was filled with nightmares
I could run down to my sister’s room
Find peace and comfort there.
Sleepily, she’d raise her head
Pull the covers back and whisper,
“Come in, climb up, and snuggle down
Sleep well, my little sister.”
The summer that I turned sixteen
And learned to drive a car
She taught me how to drive a stick
We never drove too far.
Just up and down that old dirt road
Where we three kids grew up
Listening to Poison
And the screaming of the clutch.
The morning of my wedding day
So nervous I could hardly think
She rearranged my veil just right
And painted my nails pink.
When I became a mother
Unsure of how to do it right
She helped me calm the baby
Get her sleeping through the night.
I called her one day sobbing
And the sweetest words were spoken
When my oldest child went off to school
And I thought my heart was broken.
Four years ago, we lost our Dad
I didn’t think that I could take it
She held me and reminded me,
“We’re Savage girls, we’ll make it.”
Throughout the fails and victories
The challenges of years
The ins, the outs, the upside-downs
She kept me laughing through my tears.
My sister has been my anchor
In my life, I’ve always known
That she was just a call away
No matter the trouble life has thrown.
And now it seems just far too soon
For me to — broken hearted — whisper
“I love you to the moon and back,
Sleep well, my precious sister.”