Uniquely Ours
There's something we have with no one else,
Something not quite so rare;
Yet something no one can duplicate,
And no one can ever share.
It's not the shirt we wear on our backs,
For your clothes would not fit.
Yet if it were a necessity,
You'd give me every bit.
It's not the jobs we go to each day.
Mine, very different.
Though they cross paths once in a while,
Yours is more important.
It's not the children we've given birth,
Though they are family.
White blonde hair and those bright blue eyes,
Smile angelically.
It's not the men we are married to.
They're simply not a part.
Although our spouses, they don't share
What we share in the heart.
It's something simple, something crucial,
Something we almost lost.
It's a part of us until we die,
We'll keep at any cost.
No one can touch this thing we do share,
And though uniquely mine,
It belongs to you too, Little One,
Sisters, 'til end of time.
� Kathee Tschudy, December 23, 1998
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