My Sister's Hand

You can walk for hours and may not notice;
you'll be too busy searching for that oldest.

In anticipation, you hope and pray;
maybe today -will be that day.

That you will find that beautiful blue;
or may just walk away - feeling slightly anew.

There is plenty to be found - red is the hardest;
You can jump with glee - your best harvest.

But if you find those rare - eluding;
Just keep looking - it may be protruding.

Under the pebbles or just near reach;
just like life - there's something to teach.

Just keep looking - and you may find;
Life's beautiful lessons - don't pay no mind.

But triumph and enjoy - nature's beautiful joys;
life is too short to dwell - don't be coy.

Like discarded glass from years ago - browns, greens, blues;
our lives lived - in so many hues.

If you find that you may wonder;
don't worry there's - too much to ponder.

My sister's hand - she can find the blues;
doesn't matter where - she can help - she'll give you the clues.

And if you believe in God's will;
can you imagine what we can - fulfill.

So next time when you see those shards of glass;
marvel at the beauty - it has a past.


Dedicated to my Sis (c)