In the memories of my youth, I was brought up in a loving household. I have two older brothers, two older sisters and the youngest girl was born when I was thirteen years old. Therefore, I was spoilt by the rest of the family for a long time. Like any sisters, we have good times and fights. Not all household are perfect. Every family has ups and downs and it is not unusual for siblings to have misunderstandings here and there. Do not let the worries get in the way. More so, let no other being interfere. More often than usual, the outsiders are the stirrer of the pot. Instead, make your challenges as tools to end the day brighter. Sisters grow up in poles apart paths as they get older. In teenage years, one may focus on studies, the other one may fall in love at a very young age. The older ones become the role model and are there to guide the youngers. But whatever happens in the future, blood sisters are there to hold each other’s hands in times of happiness and grief. To the transit of the cosmos; albeit, they will walk on the different roads, the happy thoughts will be given to their children. As a result, cousins become closer and family developes a stronger bond. When I was in Manchester, United Kingdom last year, I watched my two friends who are sisters as they chortled. My two sisters had been called to heaven some time ago and one is living in Australia. I missed all my sisters but life goes on and at that moment, wished that I was with my siblings talking and laughing. It was wintertime when I inscribed this poetry, freezing cold. However, my heart was filled with joy as I recollected my happy days with my female siblings. To all the sisters, I wish you all find the time to laugh and giggle together. For life can only be better if we have the sisters to talk about the gets in life, reminisce the happy thoughts and share the joy.
THE SISTERS
BY: VIRGINIA CLOSE
As they laugh to the wiggle of the scene;
The sisters talk all day long about the
memories of theirdreams.
It does not matter if they had seen each
other yesterday. When they’re together,
everything looks so gay. In the coldness
of the day, they will cheer. To the warm
summer day, they will splash in the bay.
They exchange the bright sides of the clay;
gets in life, thoughts of love and their jobs.
As their memories said and the future
is ahead; Never mind through it all, they
are sisters ever more. They may have troubles,
but, they will be gone; for they are connected
to their hearts. Mysteries in the kilt, they
will snigger. Newish mammoth in the realm
of the day. Along in the forlorn of the hay is
none existence. Older sister will lead to the
beauty soft and flair. Pallets in the dreary storm,
never mind. The young female sibling will not
get scared; for her sister will hold her hand to
pass the way. All, they want, is to bestow the
thoughts so refine; songs of love will spread
in the sky. Sisters are born to cheer each other;
to the tic of their hearts; in the greatest of the
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