I started with one sister,
Marriages brought two more;
Each one a pure delight,
Both easy to adore.
They're both quite smart and pretty,
Successful throughout their lives;
Perfect mothers to their kids,
The very best of wives.
Through thick and thin and ore' the years,
We've managed to stay close;
Not once a clash or argument,
And that's not an idle boast.
Ego, gossip, comparisons,
Never crossed our minds,
We lived in tranquil harmony,
Through gatherings of all kinds.
What is our secret you might ask,
But perhaps by now you've guessed:
They live three thousand miles from me,
One to the East, the other West.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem