Carol, a Sister Always Near

Carol, Carol, my sister dear, As we grew up all through the years. My playmate, my pal, it’s very clear, My sister Carol was always near.

We are alike in many ways. The reflection in the mirror is clear as day. From our mannerisms, to the way we behave, We understand in unspoken ways.

One sunny day my sister dear was riding her scooter in high gear. Gouged out her knee and began to tear. Going to the hospital was her worst fear. Four clamps and a scar were hers to revere.

Carol loves to cook, no matter what time of the year. She can take any recipe and persevere. The aroma from her kitchen always brings good cheer, And our mother loved her shrimp dipped in beer.

Carol and Charlie relocated because of his career. They married in Germany and spent a few years, Attending wine festivals, eating brauts, And drinking good German lager and also stouts.

We took care of our mom in her later years. What she needed was very clear. A couple of daughters that stood steady and near. Our visits and talks brought Mom much cheer.

Carol, Carol, your love I hold so dear. Though we are miles apart, you’ll always be near. You thoughtfulness and special ways are sincere. And, we will continue the memories throughout the years.

Love you, Dee