She

She was the hero. Once a woman, then a mother, then a legend. Always a princess full of grace. She was Sarah.

She is the bear. She raises her voice without talking. She has an opinion. She tells the truth. There are cracks, showing themselves now. She listened on the phone while granddaughter was at his house.

She is the lamb. She laid down her life. Three babies grew in her womb. One was  not to be. The other two were she. She pried. She pursued. She still will not let go.

She is beautiful. A little dingy. A little stressful. She is my favorite since always. No one will understand the way she gets me. I opened her mother's heart.

She is the one who is becoming. She is smart. She is unsure. She is changing. Oh, she makes me proud.

She is the one and only. Sister and sister and sister. Friend and friend and friend. Defender. Comforter. Partner. Champion. Advocate. Cheerleader. Friend. Sister. She is. She is my love.

She is the other bookend. A girl just like me. And I am letting her go. She is a very young woman. She trusts. She is humble. She is Yours.

He took my hand. He, full of grace. He raises his voice without talking. He will not let go. No one will understand the way he gets me. He makes me proud. He is the one and only, my love. He is Yours.

For though she raised me. Me and he are the way You meant it to be.
Me + he = little he. And now he is the best of she.