Her Generosity

“I’ll be a sister to you – dear,”

     She said in tones of joy,

“I’ll be a truly sister, dear,

     Don’t be a foolish boy.”

“Will you?” I asked, crushed to the core,

     “Some comfort that will be,

Because my sister’s married now,

     And I’m alone, you see.”

She paused; “I’ll be a sister true,

     And lonely you’ll be not;

But don’t forget, you used to take

     You’re sister out a lot.”

Feb. 11, ‘10