'Three Sisters' Poem by Linda Winchell

Remembering three sisters... with good old mom
By the rose trellis...dressed up in our Sunday's best.
Hair styled in Mom's home made... sweet coiffeurs...
But hidden deep... something was at rest.

Times seemed... then burried so deep
Afraid of letting them all out to show.
Just smiling however... through it all
Letting... all of those childhood past hurts go.

Snap shots of a time... now motionless
But the scars of three sisters... will remain.
Yet one thing learned from all of it
Was how to come together as three sisters... in sweet refrain.

Loving our parents...for they felt they had done their best
Even though...we know now, much differently.
But it made three sisters much stronger because
And maybe... they are... the better parts of all three.

By: Linda Winchell