Bobbi, a grandmother! How could this be
when it seems that only yesterday;
a doll was her baby?
My older sister - of my sisters three.
Gala, lives so far away
- in more than one way;
too far away for me.
My younger sister - of my sisters three.
Anna, is so beautiful.
Although she seems lost out at sea;
she'll wash back free.
My youngest sister - of my sisters three.
(11/9/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem