Sisters

May 31, 2009
By begood2kim SILVER, Stony Brook, New York
begood2kim SILVER, Stony Brook, New York
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I can’t imagine the bond of sisterhood
Using my Grandma and her sister is the only way I could
Growing up, Blaming each other, competing
It never interfered with sisterhood’s true meaning
They are grown up, but still care
Talk about old time, or last week, what a cute pair
They visit each other all the time
Attend to each other at the drop of a dime
If one struggles, the other comforts
It’s amazing to me, all their efforts
When one is sick but still on for the ride
She will only respond to the sister by her side
And when it’s time for one to leave
She’ll only open her eyes if it’s her sister she’ll see
And that bond is true love to me


The author's comments:
This is a peice that is dear to my heart. I wrote this in loving memory of my grandmother's sister, Phillis. She was a wonderfull person and she and my grandmother are great sisters. I love them both so much.

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Anjo! SILVER said...
on Jun. 24 2009 at 4:06 am
Anjo! SILVER, Roseburg, Oregon
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Great poem. i like it =]


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