MY SISTERS
I have five sisters who are great
Though one is late
We fight, argue and make-up
Yet we still share each other's makeup
We sure do have our differences
And we always make references
To our past hurts and pains
Down the memory lane
Sometimes I feel I can't bear to be with them
Yet most times I would die to be found with them
I am the fifth of the girls
Sometimes I feel we are great pairs
Sometimes I feel like we hate one another
Cuz we would always bicker at each other
We argue a lot
But sometimes when you see us
One would think we've never had a fight before
But some times, accidentally, you may see us reform
Sometimes I feel my elder sisters should stop acting like my mom
Because I feel no one could replace my understanding and caring mom
Every time I wish my mom was alive
Cuz she seemed like the only one who could understand my life
Needless to say, no matter what
I still love my dear sisters much more than I had thought
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem