Sisters three
In the beginning, a triangular tree,
there was a special union, between sisters three.
Now one is lost, leaving just the two,
she will never be forgotten, not by me or by you.
She will always be remembered as our rock,
and our soul.
She was a special part of us, she made our hearts whole.
Even though she is gone in body, she will always be,
a part of the union, that made us sisters
three.
Cheryl Ann Green
Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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