Family Sisters Poem by Leslie Neiwert

Her hair was a flakey gold,
The woman that he loves to hold;
Before she had to turn it black
Because of sorrow took her back.
Do you see the one on the right?
She was the one who slept at night;
Never caring about a soul
Until her sister paid a toll.
They are sisters, just like us
Except I’m sure they made a fuss;
The one on left, the red head
She had cancer, but isn’t dead.
They grew up with rivalry
Competing to win the endless fee;
Now they’re almost sixty-one
And their bet has come undone.
The one on the right is my Nani
While the red head is my Auntie;
Grandparents of my dad
With adventures they have had.
My Nani never went to Iraq
Be polite, no talking smack,
My Auntie did not go either
But has traveled to Humbugger.
They are sisters one by one
Similar to you and I have done,
They are now never apart
And they’ll stay in each others’ heart.