My sisters

I sat on that hospital floor waiting..wondering..hoping and then...out came the nurses...
She is my sister
I held her when she was a baby, she laughed, she cried, she peed.
She is my sister.
Along came another..who... we were told all along... was a boy..LOL...surprise!
They are my sisters.
I watched them every summer instead of hanging with friends.
They are my sisters.
I cried when I left for college..far away..they were young.
They are my sisters.
I grew up and moved even farther away..chasing my dreams. I occasionally lost touch but..
They are my sisters.
Hardships were endured..friends change..parents change but through it all
They are my sisters.
We are older..maybe wiser ?..LOL....we grew up but are still kids..
They are my sisters.
I live far away but we talk often..I think of them weekly, daily, sometimes hourly because..
They are my sisters.
One shares her secrets..we still love her..
She is our Lesbian sister.
I am proud of both of them.
I am proud to be their sister..
Through it all..love endures no matter the time or distance.
They are and will always be MY SISTERS.