Sister Switch Poem by David Lewis Paget

Annette, she was a Worthingham
And Karen, she was a Lee,
But both of them were adopted
In the war, in '43.
They pulled them out of a rubbled house
But their folks, they couldn't save,
And so they grew as the sisters two
With the common name, Palgrave.

As sisters, they were like chalk and cheese
Though the neighbours didn't know,
They said that one was the milkman's
And the other, Lord Mulrow's.
For Annette, she was a saucy tart,
Was the wilder of the two,
While Karen, she had a stately mien
With a haughty, grand purview.

They fought like cats through their teenage years
Would curse and swear, conspire,
Annette destroyed Karen's underwear
While Karen burned hers in the fire.
The mother was pale, and frail and ill
When she asked them both to go,
‘I don't have to keep you anymore,
I adopted you both, you know! '

The news hit home like a thunderbolt,
They looked in each other's eyes,
‘You mean, we're not really sisters, Hell! '
It came as a great surprise.
Karen went to her room to brood
Annette was flooded with tears,
‘Why weren't we told, it seems so cold,
We should have known that for years.'

So Annette got a cold water flat
While Karen lived on the Square,
Then Annette got herself pregnant, but
Nobody seemed to care.
The boyfriend didn't appear one day
And she knew that he was gone,
She drifted into a deep despair
As time went travelling on.

She got so big that she couldn't cope
And she thought to take her life,
And then there came a knock at the door
Just as she raised the knife.
She groaned and whispered to go away
As she lay flat out on the cot,
‘It's Karen here, it's your sister, dear,
I'm the only one you've got! '

She'd brought a parcel of food with her
And a daffodil layette,
‘I couldn't choose between pink or blue,
Not knowing it's gender yet.'
They hugged each other and burst in tears
For a love they hadn't shown,
While caught in an unknown falsehood, but
Their sisterhood had grown.

13 October 2014