I'm feeling poetical!
 

What Gamma Phi Beta Means

I find myself at a loss for words
when people say to me
"What is it that makes you so fond
of your sorority?"
It's not the priceless pin of gold
with pearls I wear with pride,
it's more the special love I've found
that I always have inside.
My sisters who are always there,
whether near or far,
the thrill I have when I see the moon
in a sky with brilliant stars.
The bond I have with every girl
who wears our letters three,
the knowledge of the tradition great
that has been passed down to me.
The Creed that has illuminated
how to live a life of grace,
the ideals of our founders,
which transcend time and space.
The deeper meaning shown to me
of our crest and symbols rare,
the crescent, the lamp, the book and flowers,
the brown and mode we wear.
The friendships started in my youth
which continue to this day,
the sisters I have yet to meet,
all who help me on my way.
The knowledge I am a part of something
which has endured, and will,
something I can pass down to generations unborn,
a legacy that will always thrill.
To those who know the joy divine
found in our sisterhood,
no words are needed, none can suffice,
although I wish they would.
To those who have yet to know
what sisterhood can be
I wish you love, I wish you all
that Gamma Phi has meant to me.

So, tell me what you think . . . .

Okay, THAT made me cry and in a good way :)

I needed that reminder of how wonderful it is to be a GPhiB. So many wonderful things are happening here in San Antonio with our new colony, I think about my sisters from SWTSU and miss them so much. With the end of the Thanksgiving holiday I'd been feeling a little blah and sad. Your poem did the trick! [[[[[[hugs]]]]]]]

Well, we're even, cause now you've made me cry! I miss you and my SWT sisters something fierce.
Glad I cheered you up - I've just got to get to San Antonio before too long!

that one was really sweet, here's one that i wrote right after one of our sisters passed away a few months ago,

The True Heart of a Gamma Phi Beta

I took a piece of my heart
And gave it to each of you,
I filled this vacant spot
With a piece of my sisters too

We hold these pieces dearly
We keep them safe and warm
If only we could keep them
Out of life’s big harm

A piece of us passed with her
But pieces of her still live
For the bonds that sisters share
Is a gift that no one can give

Bumping for any actives who might be able to use either poem for recrutiment.