My Girls

My Girls they may fight and tell on each other all day They might say they hate Each other Then go out side together and play When one cries the other tells her sister it's going to be alright And when there scared they hold each other real tight A bond they have no one can break They're my gift from God and my joy throughout my day Sitting back watching them as they grow It's the little things that means the most My daughters, three sisters my little bumble bees One might fuss because her sister has her short on or yell 'mom she's wearing my shoes' And, "she has more then me," o how quite funny they can be Behind all the fussing and fighting at the end of The day they know they have each other and I wouldn't have it no other way