Just A SisterWell I need to explain a little bit about this poem.
Many years ago my sister wrote this poem to me and gave it to me. This was Eva. (the one the rest of the folks call Shikey)
By that time I had married and had gone to live at Camp Hood in Killeen, Texas with my husband, Clarence I'll do more history later but now, I'll get on with the poem.
There's always A memory in my heart, And with it I would never part.
It isn't much, but this I'll say, Its always jolly, always gay,- And when I think of it this way, It brightens life like Christmas day.
It isn't much to think about, Just a freckled face and a nose that's kind of flattened out.
But when you're with her every day, she makes your work seem just like play
You wouldn't know until your near her But she can make the world all fear her.
But you feel so safe from harm, when your cuddled in her arm,
And when the sun is shining bright She makes it shine on through the night.
And when your sorrow you can't right, She makes your load seem, oh, so light.
You might think I'm fooling so But anyhow you wouldn't know,
Just how much patience she can have until you have tried her out ,somehow.
She,s not too heavy, not too light, I guess I'd say that she's just right.
I'm not exaggerating any She's as cute as any penny.
She's like a mother to your soul when your sorrow you can't hold.
(You're always happy she's around) when heavy rains are falling down.
Your heart will feel so sunny and bright because she's there to make things right.
And this is what she'll always be.
A comrade gay, and hard to beat.
And who is she, you're asking me?
She is my precious sister, Mickey.
E.M. Bagley (Approx.64 yrs ago.)
(So one line was on the fold and I couldn't make out the words so I added some)
To my loving sister from someone that thinks of you in this way
all of the time. Though I wrote it, it is from all of us.
If you don't believe this poem ,-
Miz Micks…See Ya…