The sentiments here become more true with every curve of the path we are on. “Sweet like honey and rich like butter, my dreams warm in the sun and grow sweeter when shared. And so I sit with my sister who with every passing day is ever more my friend, and we share.”
I wish for you a friend, a sister, a niece (Jessica, Jennifer, Sarah, Amberlynne) a child, with which to share your golden hopes and dreams.
We Share
Before us are two cups of yellow to hold our dreams. I handle them carefully and keep them level, for I do not want to spill a drop. Sweet like honey and rich like butter, my dreams warm in the sun and grow sweeter when shared. And so I sit with my sister who with every passing day is ever more my friend, and we share. I offer up my dreams and show them to her, hoping for a tender reception. She receives mine with wonder and examines every detail, seeing in my dream, the reflection of my secret wishes.
With delight I exhale a breath of relief and release, as I am grateful that she understands. Our eyes meet and it is better than looking in a mirror. Her eyes reflect the truest me, the one that never tarnished, never grew angry, never judged too hastily, never aged.
And then she in…
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