Three Sisters

I have three sisters.
Each I adore.
With seperate aggressions,
Too tiring to explore.

Dynamic they are.
With a creative genius.
Brilliant and humorous...
They truly represent Venus.

Me?
I am Mars.
I know I am 'out there'.
My dad was too!
But his attention,
Was on them like glue.
And 'stuck' he was.
Like a bee caught in a jar.

To be dehoneyed!

Especially the younger two.
Who got him to do anything.
And this I observed...
When learning how women can 'sting'.
Especially when expectations,
Were limiting.

Sometimes my mom and I,
Would look at each other and smile.
She knew too well I was an outsider.
When my sisters decided,
To inflict their 'styles'.
And each of them were respectfully different.

I have three sisters.
Each I adore.
With seperate aggressions,
Too tiring to explore.

And if I had a brother,
I know he'd run away.
Since I tried that myself.
But I am hooked to their 'allure'.
And that's how it has been,
To this very day.

I have three sisters,
Very wise...
And quick with wit.
So proud I am they are who they are.
I have no choice.
Since I'm sure they wouldn't have it,
Any other way.

'Women!
To love them is to...
Well,
Love them.'


Dedicated to:
Mimmie 'D', Tammy and Lisa

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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