Sister. My Sister.

I see you walk on by.

Wearing ya downbeat swag.

A pram laden down.

Many worries in them bags.

Your courage and strength.

On making ends meet.

My heart becomes humbled.

You are the unknown soldier.

So I honour you now.

As I honoured you then.

Sister.  My sister. 

Our fight will go on!

S. Camplin