They were both tall and brunette
And, also like me, with child(ren)

Gentle in purpose, were we
We three moved through our space with womanly grace

Believing and knowing life was bigger than us
And yet, still, we seemed bigger than life

That day I felt my foot slip, I stumbled so slightly
My sister in her mind, offered assistance to me

She and I noticed your absence of hand
Upon her, the higher, we felt your eyes land

What was it, we wondered, you’d hoped to achieve
Moving your heart from the woman who’d believed

In you