Poem: Sisters, Traditions Passed Down

Sisters,  Traditions Passed Down

Sisters, there were three, as close as can be

Sisters, rotate responsibility.

Sisters, grow tired, too much work to do.

Sisters, tired, pass job to me and you.

Sisters, us young, work hard, try to fulfill

Sister’s mothers, the biding of their will.

Sisters, us two, will give it a go

Sisters, me and you, tired we now grow.

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Sisters, daughters, it’s time to pass baton.

Sisters, and brothers, it’s how now is done.

Sisters, brothers, work together for the whole.

Sisters and brothers, family fun now goal.

June Nash

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