MY SISTERS

 


 MY SISTERS


You should see the women in my family

My sister is a renegade angel with a personality

When she's happy she's a manifestation of God in relaxation and he stops the world spinning so subtly so that time can preserve the moment 

like he's pulling the ace from his deck but I have four ace sisters so that's like having the best hand in the world

 

Now theory is that's a 0.0018 possibility but magicians do it so either I'm 52/4 chance lucky or as I see it.....its magic and that's my logic

 

Being with my four sisters is like running through tall grass with your arms spread wide tickling  your fingers 

 

So when Peggy laughs, I want to laugh because for that moment there's nothing wrong with the world . If there was, then why would time chill and savor the blessing of nature's art

 

Donna is a warrior

I think that the first time they clothed her, she rolled her sleeves up 

and I don't mean warrior queen because she doesn't wait for team and like Mom nobody could tell her how to be a woman; she just lead the way

like a Joan of Arc, Yaa Asantwaa , hold a candle to Elizabeth Taylor's Cleopatra 

You should meet her 

 

As for Anne; the old family decree is 'she should've been a model' but she got a law degree then a retail jewelry shop and then her own company so go figure

My sister's a winner when caution is the mere flesh of clouds discarded in the four winds whose restless breeze kept her the right shade of cool

 

yet Michelle : Michelle my belle, Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday  Saturday I love you I love you I love you 

Your cry like a silent playground of colours in black opal quietly turning fate into a formality named once upon a time there was born an unexalted Saint

An icon that I can access to redress my illness like a prayer spared from a true friend 

and this siblings friendship will never end 

 

So that's four sisters=8 arms to metaphorically hug this old man like the eternal baby brother which may or may not be where I belong but.......well, you should meet my sisters

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