Five Sisters Poem by James McLain

and being the youngest.
what did i know.
each fed me well and what i liked.
and i only had to lay there.
at first it was.
not scary but, i kind of knew but still.
it was only in the beginning that they complained.
but latter i tried to but got no where.
it wasn't untill as they became,
like that which brought us here that my understanding was.
one by one as they knew,
with some plastic stick they pleaded and prayed on.
one date each with a doctors son, a lawyers son
and the son a wealthy construction owner.
then there were only two left.
i think the others spread the word.
but they would never admit to it.
it is easier with two than five and i try so hard.
hoping they will as well.