The Sisters
We walked this life hand in hand
Published in
Sep 12, 2021
They had grown up together
hand in hand
crowns of flowers in their long curls
three sisters always together,
playing games in the meadow,
weaving flowers in each others
braids.
Singing songs of the spring and summer months,
even in the darkest of seasons.
Now they would be parted on this day
where the eldest would wed
forever to leave her parents house
for her Husbands embrace.
No longer would they be three
as one would wed so would the
others.
Until the song they sung would echo in
the hallowed halls
and the days weaving flowers in the meadow would be
all but memories cast aside
lost in dreams of love
and family.
Forever should they part until they meet in the meadow of their
dreams.
