My Five Sisters Poem by James McLain

My Five Sisters,
and i was the youngest
yes, a male.
It did not seem strange.
I was just following orders.
Always talking about the
full package,
like a gun
that was always loaded.
I couldn't really imagine life
being different,
and i was always there,
for each one,
some times two.
Telling me there world revolved
around mine.
Girl talk i thought at the time.
while most nights certainly were.
Always the cream in the middle.
And then not much latter,
My Five Sisters....