Siblings 1-23-15
Sisters I have none,
Brothers I have three,
But they are kind of done
With talking to me.
Sisters he has none,
Brothers he has two,
We don't talk to any
Out of touch are we.
They say to hold
The ones you love
Close to you always
For they are more
Precious than gold.
Gold and silver
I have none,
Tangible things
Everyone wants.
Copyright © Minister Jenna Williams | Year Posted 2016
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