SISTER OF MY SOUL
She loves without condition, and gives without a thought, and knows the treasured things in life are ones that can’t be bought.
I’m sure there is a heaven , from which I’ll never roam, and there she will be waiting, to welcome me back home.
A Liberated women before it had a name, an independent spirit that no man dared to tame.
Although she doesn’t know it, she’s my hero brave and true, and I can only thank her, because she gave me you.
By Jane Johnson