My Sister
When we were young
(So much younger than today)
We use to scratch, fight and argue every single day.
Years flew by and we were in our teens,
At Discos together, real Dancing Queens
Soon we were Going to the Chapel, and going to get married
Five times between us (we never tarried)
Next came Baby Love and Love me Do
Three boys, three girls, too good to be true!
Many years passed Doing it for the Kids seemed right
Till Papa dont Preach bought grandkids into sight.
There's no one quite like Grandma, became the order of the day
Nine times over, I'm delighted to say
Sister we have shared lots of adventures
And hopefully we'll share many more
But will you still need me will you still feed me
When i'm Sixty four?
Copyright © Daphne Moran | Year Posted 2012
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