Three Sisters
My oldest sister’s name was Daisy. Thus I love the flower too. My sisters are older than I so I was lucky enough to have their unconditional protection all my life. We are only two sisters now and we are best friends. When I saw these daisies it reminded me of our sisterhood and how much they mean to me.
So much alike
yet individually unique
a union no one could ever break
intuitively connected
as if they had known each other
in another life long ago
always there for one another
no matter what the strife
Their roots deeply embedded
in tradition and what’s right
Their love for one another
can only spark a fight
to defend each other fearlessly
from any harm imposed
when they disagreed
the youngest would always
shout,
“Ladies, this case is closed.”
Melba Christie
Melba Christie (c) 2013
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