Sisters by Choice

everybody knew that we would

be the best of friends,

because we were sisters by choice,

not because of our blood.

The fun of being around you,

is not supposed to subside,

if its supposed to start receding,

it will be like a remorseful turning of tides.

You're a part of me, a part of us,

a part of my family,

playing the same lines to a song,

a song of a different beat.

I know you'll understand,

when we share our happiness

Share our excitement, our grief,

maybe you'd be happy,

even show signs of belief.

We are here for one another,

Giving and receiving,

the support from the other.

Because you know I'll always love you,

and treasure the memories we hold,

and we'll tell our grandchildren,

a story that must be told.

A story of a friendship so strong,

that you were the sister that I chose,

and that the day we met,

an angel woke with in our hearts.

Sometimes your closest friends become family..you're so close to them that it feels like they are a part of you. Someone you worry about, care about and have adopted into your family by choice. The best kind of friend is one that my family accepts as one of us. One that fits in with us and gets along with our weird quirks and oddities.

This was written eight years ago in honor of a very close friendship.