Abundance of Blessings

In all, we're 3.

Not always together.

But together we'll always be.

 

As the oldest I'll be there for you.

Just as I know you'll be there for me.

I just cant stand to see you cry.

So I promise to always put you before me.

 

In all, we're 3.

Not always together.

But together we'll always be.

 

Through the good and the bad.

Sunshine and rain.

A promise I was bound to.

A promise that will always remain.

 

I thank God for blessing me in ways more than one

Because he's blessed me two

Two sisters

A bond thats special

And so strong

That even an army of a 100,000 men couldnt disarm

This poem is about: 
My family

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