Treasure Island

octavia wilson


My Three Sisters


We are three sisters
Three sisters are we
I love each of you,
And I know you love me
We're not always together,
Life sometimes keeps uo apart.
But we're never seperated
We're in each others heart.
Now I know we've had our troubles,
But we always get thru.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.
We have lots of good times
that we'll never forget
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret
But if God ever gave me
Something special you see,
It might have been the blessing of,
Three sisters are we.
The Lord abouve has gave me lots
Of happiness and glee
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Edited: Thursday, March 05, 2009

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  • Mollie Myers (4/26/2011 11:42:00 PM)

    I love this poem! It really flows beautifully and reminds me of me and my two sisters. great job. (Report) Reply

  • Bernadette Matthews (8/2/2010 2:22:00 PM)

    I just love this, you have a wonderful gift.I am one of three sisters and will send this to my two sisters as the words say it all.
    Bernadette (Report) Reply

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