my middle sissy

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Poem for Stacie

So I sat to try and write this about a million times,
Trying to put into words and feelings but I couldn't find the rymes
So I decided to just put down all that I remember
Starting from the 1st day that u became a member
Of my special sister club which grew over the years
With laughter, tears, smiles and rows all throughout the years.
I remember when u came home for the very 1st day,
Your tiny hand held my finger, I loved you straight away
I can remember holding hands and skipping along the street,
And pulling each others hair , and stealing each others toys and sweets
Then when we was parted a little bit of me was gone,
Until we was old enough and our sisters bond grew on,
We had so many nights out that I can still remember
But we also had many nights out that are  blank all together,
Then we added to our club in the form of a baby sister
Another girl to boss us about our own skin and blister,
We grew and had our 1st boys in which we was so proud
Even though they drove us mad, and could be so bloody loud,
We've lived together and played together for so so long,
Always making sure the boys bonds where always  strong

Now don't get me wrong we had our ups and downs
We have fallen out and in and fought, but our love was always sound,
We all even have, our very own sister song,
Something  that reminds us to always be strong
We have done so much the 3 of us so much to be thankful for
Like the day we spent at the spa and tate fell on the floor,
you laughed so much u couldn't  breath as we sat there drinking gin
No one can ever deny that you, had the most amazing grin,
Your luagh was so infectious it could make people  join in
It's one of very many wonderfull just you things

We both went on to have one more baby boy each,
You tried so bloody hard for your dreams to come to reach,
We married men we loved and settled into life
We face head on all the grown up troubles hardships and strife
But some things never changed like the way we always knew
No matter how near or far, our sisters bonds still grew

But now we have to say good bye and pray your out of pain
And know that your be watching us and missing us the same,
Now sleep tight our middle sissy and hear what we are sending you
Cos no matter where we are " we've got the love to see us through"




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