As a child they were to make me laugh,
I grew a little older and they proceeded to teach me the difference between good and bad,
A few more years and they were to encourage me and cheers me on.
At puberty they took a new turn they became teachings and warnings,
They evolved into lessons and motivations.
Then when time would not permit us to seat and talk,
The letters, books, and messages came in;
Then I picked lessons from my own experiences and gradually I began writing my own stories,
For my niblings and children, friends and acquaintance;
That they may share in the knowledge passed on and in that which I have acquired,
But forever I will remember that it all began from the stories my sister told me.