In skies where silver wings do gleam, My sister, flight attendant, dreams. A birthday wish in whispers told, Our finding each through lifetimes old. Though in our talks we disagree, My one true constant you shall be. You're my right arm, my guiding way, Bright spirit shining, night and day. Matriarch, with wisdom’s grace, In family’s heart, you hold your space. I love you to the moon's embrace, Infinity within your face. To you, dear sister, I belong, In your embrace, my heart beats strong.