Unbreakable Bond
Four boys and one girl thats what grandma and grandpa brought into this world.
When they were small,they would share one shinny red trike,as they grew older
they fought for a turn to ride the big kids bike.
Clothes and toys were all passed down from hand to hand,their stomaches were
filled with what they grew in the garden on their family owned land.
At bedtime you would always hear the whispers of a story going from ear to ear,
they were never about much,but they wasn't for grandma and grandpa to hear.
The four boys would aways guard and protect their one and only sister,
each of them took her under his wing.
One sunday morning our preacher asked the young girl,do you ever wished the
boys were girls?
She replied,no sir,i wouldn't change a thing.
The bond that these siblings share is like nothing on earth.
It last untill death and starts at birth....
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