Four Sisters
And there were four sisters
one of the sewed
one was bow legged
and one pigeon toed
One of them sang
like a Lark in the night
they loved one another
and never would fight
The bow legged sister
was bald in the back
so the sister who sewed
sewed a hat from a sack
When the sister who sang
heard a noise at the door
A burglar!, a thief!
her voice shook the floor
They rose from their sleep
as the man crept inside
the pigeon toed girl
kicked that man in his pride
They all worked together
like pieces that fit
in the puzzle of life
with courage and wit
None of them married
too busy to choose
a singer, a seamstress
a designer of shoes
And what of the
bow legged sister, you say?
well, she races horses
and she makes it pay!
No matter our talents
how big or how small
no matter our difference
a place for us all!
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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