Though the youngest of us all,
she’s become the anchor strong.
In silence, she holds me close,
in her heart, I still belong.
She is no doubt a chip off my mother,
with that same unshakable grace.
A reflection of love and guidance,
etched deep in her gentle face.
Throughout my battles she’s remained,
a quiet strength, steadfast and true.
When my body faltered, she whispered hope,
reminding me what faith can do.
Her prayers surround me in the night,
her courage shines when mine is gone.
She lifts me up with gentle hands,
and helps my weary soul fight on.
So I honor her with every breath,
this sister who has never wavered.
A gift from God, a steady light,
a bond too sacred to be measured.
And may her days be richly blessed,
with peace and joy her heart can keep.
For love she’s sown returns tenfold,
a harvest strong, eternal, deep.
Peace and blessings!
