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


“Ladies, this case is closed.”


Melba Christie

Three Sisters

Melba Christie (c) 2013