We were five sisters and 3 brothers. I have lost all three brothers, and one sister This is the poem I wrote about my favourite sister
My thoughts go back to yesteryear
When we played together we had no fears
They used to call us “we four”
You the leader to the fore.
Full of bounce without a care
Doing things with all the dare
You always worked behind the scenes
Yet frisky, bubbly full of beans.
You were the stylish of the lot
You taught us manners, gifts you bought
Yet in studies you got us worried
With the books you just hurried.
I miss those days ever so
But memories keep me on the go
Keeping in touch is the only way
To revive memories day by day
AN ODE TO MY SISTER MAGGIE
My thoughts go back to yesteryear
When we played together we had no fears
They used to call us “we four”
You the leader to the fore.
Full of bounce without a care
Doing things with all the dare
You always worked behind the scenes
Yet frisky, bubbly full of beans.
You were the stylish of the lot
You taught us manners, gifts you bought
Yet in studies you got us worried
With the books you just hurried.
I miss those days ever so
But memories keep me on the go
Keeping in touch is the only way
To revive memories day by day