Mary M

This is a poem to my sister Mary M
Who hides the fire in her heart until it spills
And then it fills the space between us.
Her listening reflects the way she cares.
Her love is fierce and her sympathy flows
To the low spots in my life.
I love the way she loves to play;
Our laughter leads to tears.
She hides some fears but I've seen the fire
Of unmet goals flaring up to engulf
All the obstacles.
She perseveres.