SISTERS

Sisters, three are we, sitting here near the sea.

Laughing, having so much fun, we barely make it home for tea.

Memories running wild from times lived as a child.

Dresses that did not quite fit the next one in the line.

As for shoes: look at your feet compared to mine; preferred bare ones at times.

Wild flowers in our hair, bouquets to give with love.

Pets: we were country girls who had many; hated it when they had to go.

Part of life they say, as we all have to go that way, a lesson early learnt.

Now grown up, time together is rarer to negotiate.

Doctor visits and hospital runs keep us fully occupied at times.

Flights of mercy to and fro; one of us has to go, while we anxiously wait for her spectacular letters.

On return, babies have been born, grown and gone; she has lots to catch up on.

When sorrow comes along, they unite and are there for one another.

Not all secrets are shared; quiet might be all that is needed.

Knowing one or other is there, with a shoulder to lean on.

Providing that so important human touch.

Years have flown; adjustments made.

Cooking rivalry in the kitchen, with new recipes shared, delicious cakes made.

Time to sit again and celebrate another day of memories gathered, while we are still together.

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