- Eight Sisters- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- EIGHT SISTERS-

When I was very little
And Mama's sisters gathered round
All the serious talk would go
As joyous laughter would resound.

With every woman talking
Loud laughter would erupt....
All the men would run for quiet
When their ears had had enough.

I'm not sure where it came from
For their parents, I didn't know,
But I was very happy
With their joyous laughter show.

And now those laughs are quiet
As all eight sisters now have passed,
But I bet God was really smiling
As He waited upon the last.

Because their joyous laughter
Brings smiles to all who hear,
And I know, up there in Heaven....
They are thought of very dear.......

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©6-1-06