Sisters

They are mine,
Two sisters have I.
Both are my treasures,
No favoritism do I try.

Families have a way,
Of being bound as one.
They know the value,
Of togetherness and fun.

Blood has a thickness,
When all else fails.
It bears them forward,
Through the sanctuary of veils.

To claim an ancestor,
Ties a strong knot.
For anything more precious,
Cannot be bought.

For it would of been sadness,
With...only me on the vine.
And I wouldn't of known sweetness,
Without two sisters...of mine.


E.P. 1908 - 1989