Sweet sister of mine you are my friend. We are growing older and speak of the days when mother cared for us and oh how we miss her.  Whats this I see in your eyes and in mine too?  So familiar, whats this in our voice I hear, it looks and sounds like mother.  She is not gone but living within us and our hugs are her hugs for each other.  I love you my sister my friend, thank you Mother.