We would be four sisters,

but there are only three of us, 

for one is missing and yet is at place 

because we always see her face.

 

We would be four sisters to go through life,

four sisters to laugh and fool around.

But one is missing and yet is at place 

because we always see her face.

 

Though she is not with us anymore,

she´s never far away.

Nothing can ever separate four sisters 

and even if it looks as if we were three

Nana is here -  yet she is free.

 

 

 

While we were born sisters,

we grew up to be friends.

 

Catherine Pulsifer

 

 

A sister is a little bit of

childhood that can

never be lost.

 

Marion C. Garretty

 

 

The best thing about having

a sister was that I always

had a friend.

 

Cali Rae Turne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.

I can give you directions, but I cannot

be there to lead you.

I can take you to church, but I cannot

 make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot

always decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot

make you beautiful inside.

I can offer you advice, but I cannot

accept it for you.

I can give you love, but I cannot

force it upon you.

I can teach you to share, but I cannot

make you unselfish.

I can teach you respect, but I cannot

force you to show honor.

I can tell you about alcohol and drugs,

but I cannot say "No" for you.

I can tell you about lofty goals,

but I cannot achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness,

but I cannot force you to be gracious.

I can pray for you,

but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can tell you how to live,

but I cannot give you eternal life.

I can love you with unconditional love

and I do today and will forever.

 

Unknown

 

 

 

 

 

Little girls are the nicest things that can happen

to people. They are born with a bit of angel-shine

about them, and though it wears thin sometimes,

there is always enough left to lasso your heart -

even when they are sitting in the mud, or crying

temperamental tears, or parading up the street in

Mother´s best clothes.

A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener

than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around,

and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your

nerves, yet just when you open your mouth, she

stands there demure with that special look in her

eyes. A girl is Innocence playing in the mud,

Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood

dragging a doll by the foot.

God borrows from many creatures to make a little

girl. He uses the song of a bird, the squeal of

a pig, the stubbornness of a mule, the antics of

a monkey, the curiosity of a cat, the speed of a

gazelle, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a

kitten, and to top it all off He adds the

mysterious mind of a woman.

A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small

animals, first grade, noisemakers, the girl

next door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons,

ice cream, kitchens, coloring books, make-up,

cans of water, going visiting, tea parties

and one boy. She doesn´t care so much for

visitors, boys in general, large dogs,

hand-me-downs, straigth chairs, vegetables,

snowsuits, or staying in the front yard.

She is loudest when you are thinking, the

prettiest when she has provoked you, the

busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you want

to show her off, and the most flirtatious

when she absolutely must not get the best

of you again. Who else can cause you more

joy, grief, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment,

and genuine delight than this combination of

Eve, Salome and Florence Nightingale.

She can muss up your home, your hair and

your dignity - spend your money, your time

and your patience - and just when your temper

is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through

and you´ve lost again. Yes, she is a

nerve-wracking nuisance, just a noisy bundle

of mischief. But when your dreams tumble

down and the world is a mess - when

it seems you are pretty much of a fool

after all - she can make you a king when she

climbs on your knee and whispers,

"I love you best of all!"

 

 

by Alan Beck

 

 

 

 

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