THE MYSTERY OF MY SISTER

The past holds many secrets
The future holds the key
The present holds our hopes and dreams
The reasons are a mystery

I've always been the stubborn one
I've never been carefree
I've preached and nagged and lectured you
The reasons are a mystery

The oldest stands in judgement
The youngest is always free
The middle one wishes it different
The reasons are a mystery

I've never had the time to stop
And let you know that I see
The subtle faith you have in life
That I've always wished was in me

The reasons...dear sister...are a mystery.


Cathy Roy
Dec/'90

Dedicated to my sister Eileen.