Marie

Marie, the family glue,

Kept siblings’ special days,

Cherished her children,

Reached out to hurting,

Prayed, welcomed,

Listened.

Communicated, played tricks,

Shared homemade bread.

I know, God, it was her time

And she lived a full life

Ready to come to you.

She’s with you now.

What more can I ask?

Well, God, maybe something for me…

Marie and I,

“Two peas in a pod,”

Bosom sister and friend.

Grew up together,

Shared our faith,

Popped popcorn,

Cleaned house,

Played Hide and Seek.

Shock riveted my heart.

She wasn’t sick that long.

Grief winds in and out.

“You don’t get over it.

You just get used to it.”

But my dear God,

what am I missing here?

Some eight sisterhood decades.

Years I’ll ne’er forget.

Yes, thank you with all my heart!

Janet Thielges, OSB

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