A tribute to my sister,
Nancy Thomas Kittrell

You came into our lives, we were eager for a sister
Four boys, rough and tumble was our style of play
We knew we would have to gentle down a lot
When you, little sister, were born that wonderful day 


I carried you around in my arms, so proud was I
And rocked you to sleep in Mother's old rocking chair
You were the pride and joy of our whole family
A cute little girl with your pretty blonde hair 



Telling everyone your big brother was a soldier
You looked up to me, this I heard from Mother
Those words sure did make my chest swell with pride
I knew I would always be proud to be your big brother 


Later when I married and became a father
And twins were born, an aunt you became
They loved their Aunt Nancy with all their hearts
And the daughters who followed did the same 



You married a very fine man, your own family began
Years have come and gone so swiftly it seems
There have been joys, sorrows, and trials for sure
Things did not always happen as seen in your dreams 


Now, little sister, we are getting along in years
One brother has gone on to be with God above
I still take pride in you, little sister, I want you to know
So this poem is to assure you of my brotherly love 



©Thomas E. Kittrell
October 3, 2006
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