I am the protector of her,
who is the protector of me.
She is the protector of us
but I am the protector of three.

“One day you will be fast friends,
even though you fight today.”
Mother did say.

Absurdity, surely, for how could
I ever get along with her,
with them and them with me?

No, not even close.
We three are one,
but uniquely created.

Each with her own gift.
Personality three
Interests diverse
Life paths, amazingly complex.

A pillar of strength,
Woven with unyielding cords
of love infused with
those who joined in the battle
against the onslaught.

Holding one another aloft
when each fends off that
which would destroy her…them…me.
Strike one, strike all, a force of Love
will defend these three and all to who
they have given their love and loyalty.

Love, laughter, tears, heartache,
I am their protector, they are my
protectors. We are their protectors.

We are Sisters, we three
and cannot
taste defeat alone.
If she is wounded, I bleed.
If my heart breaks, she weeps my tears.
They hold their sweet babe
and my heart bursts with
love and happiness.

My sisters are my friends
and I am theirs.
We gather strength from
the other
and lend abundantly
when she has need.

My Sisters are my heroes,
My champions,
My Heart,
My companions,
My confidants.

Followers of Christ,
Undeniable Faith
in our sweet Savior.
Three sisters do their
best to put each other
to the test as the only
thing that matters
is the embrace we
will share in eternity.

I am her protector,
She is mine,
I am the protector of
three and they are the
protector of me.

Love Breathed


More than a decade ago, my handsome nephew wrote an assignment for grade school that was mailed to his grandmother (my mother) and me by my sister, his mother. My mother treasured this writing as much as I did and I still keep in on my refrigerator so that I am reminded of the pure love offered by a child.
My sister, generously, allowed her three kiddos to visit my mother and I every summer. I and my mother had moved about three hours away from them when I took my first teaching position. I always tried to make the time they spent with us the best time ever in an attempt to make up for all the time we didn’t get to see them. My younger sister and her husband moved next to us for a short time so we were privileged to see her four boys grow a bit before they moved far away.
Joshua is my nephew who is the author of the following writing and he is graduating high school this year. He is the youngest son of my eldest sister and I must admit that I spoiled my niece and nephews rotten as I could not love them any more if I were their mother. I love all my nephews and Nieces, very much indeed but this is the only permanent reminder of the innocence expressed when love breathed.
I have not changed his spelling or grammar as it adds to innocence. I hope you enjoy the brief writing as much as I do.



Dear Grandma and Ant Tena,
I love the way you let me and my family come over. I love your food. It Smells good. It tasts good and looks good too. You guys are realy nice and great to me and my family. You are the Best. And you are Aswom.