Family Love
No two sisters were born more separate,
I inherited traits of my father;
she was the wild fighting spirit of mom.
Fashion taste and even the food we ate,
and we were different from each brother;
each one.
But, when mom passed we became united,
we helped each other- each daughter and son;
to have a great funeral for mother.
And for us sweet sibling love ignited,
and won !
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November 4, 2020
Poetry/Curtal Sonnet/Family Love
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1300-214-04
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard Contest, The Speaker
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 11/21/20
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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