More Than Strangers, Now Sisters Poem by Mereia Namatua

We walked through doors with hearts unsure,
A crowd of strangers, shy and pure.
From different paths, one dream we chase,
To serve new life with strength and grace.

White coats not yet creased by wear,
Hands still learning how to care.
Yet in each laugh, each tear we'd share,
We found a bond beyond compare.

Through sleepless nights and books in hand,
We learned to listen, touch, and stand.
In birth and breath, in loss and fear,
We leaned on those who stood most near.

No longer names just on a list,
But sisters held in warmth and midst.
Our journeys fused in purpose deep—
A sacred trust we'll always keep.

Together we have laughed and cried,
Felt nerves before a newborn's cry.
We cheered when first that needle went right,
And held each other through the fight.

This bond, unbreakable, proud, and wide,
Grows deeper still with passing tides.
Though one day scattered far and free,
You'll live in every part of me.

So here's to 2025's bright thread—
Midwives of heart, of hands, of head.
We met as strangers, but now we know:
We're sisters where'er we go.