Sisters they are nice to have each one different in one way or other.

We may not always see eye to eye but that don’t mean I don’t love them.

as far as that goes you might say I love them just like a big sister.

Trouble was always looking for you because Mary Jane oh you

were so pretty and all the boys wanted you but what bugged.

Me the most, was that you were daddy’s girl I though He loved you the most.

and Hester you was the one who always  got your way oh yea sis.

I couldn’t wait to get a man and get out on my Owen.

Guss what it wasn’t that great getting drunk and not knowing

what had happen at least you both found a way to go on.

Me I just climb in a hole and hide but Guss who’s got of her hole.

and when my poems become famous I will be the one who says.

look what my God has done for me and thanks for sisters they are great