|  (For Christine)
 By Darla Cady
 We were sisters in shadowholding hands through darkness
 kindred spirits of haunted families
  We bonded over missing our Daddieswe laughed and whispered and cried
 and laughed some more…
  I was always flatteredwhen they said we looked like sisters, but
 we were closer than family…
 true sisters of the heart
  We were wounded little girls, pretending to be tough
 finding comfort
 in each other’s pain
 we wrote dark poetry, and
 danced to darker music
 wearing whatever it took
 to offend the conformists
 …I can’t imagine how many angelsWorked overtime to protect us…
 And how many sustain us… still
 God knew we would need each otherEven more…someday
 Now…we have learned to live
 with a lot less hairspray, and
 a lot more prayer
 we have both been
 grieving daughters, and
 grieving Mommies
 We have held the same scarred Hand,
 let the same Spirit carry us
 through darkest shadow
 into sacred Light
  We have sharedmore tears than we ever wanted, but
 more laughs than most friends get, and
 I still love you…
 more than a sister    This is a gift for a childhood friend...we 
        have had many similar struggles and losses, and remained a source of strength 
        to one another for the last 20 years.... 
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