When you are here I worry
Or traveling up North on a lorry
When you frown I bother
You smile, still I wonder
When you admonish I think
Long after I still picture your wink
When you don't call I'm sad
I complain; you're sorry; then I feel bad
Sometimes I wonder if you are the one
Who will listen to the tale of the past and still hold on
Most often I wish I were your blood sister
And then I will be thicker than ordinary water
But with all this I'm never in a sorry state
Cause I know I have you as my sister-in-Faith.

© Kifayah Abdul-Quadri, June 2003