They hold hands
jumping waves and clinging to one another
as if nobody else exists
but them--
the sisters.
These moments,
times of prayer for me.
Prayer that it will always remain,
the rare sisterly--
friendship.
I watch as they whisper,
sharing secrets just between them.
I listen as they dream of weddings,
their knights in shining armor--
Such Innocence
Father,
keep
them
here--
hands held, smiles,
whispers, joy,
though waves crash all around them--
they feel safe.
keep them safe
within each other's bond
though years will try to change them:
I pray you will bless them--
let them remain best friends!
(Contributing to Emily's inspiring site: Imperfect Prose)
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