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Poetry: My four sisters


My Four Sisters
Rachael is the funniest of them all,
Always carefree and dreaming to be tall,
Jokes most sacred and of serious matters,
Record keeper of a lifetime letters,
Always made up for every occasion,
Not afraid of attracting attention,
Adventurous and the greatest risk taker,
The only threat to Mama’s blood pressure.

Out and about is her real game,
Very difficult and unlikely to tame,
Time conscious has never been in her vocabulary,
Keep’s you waiting with no worry,
Very bright and dangerously cunning,
Never will take seriously to any warning,
Killing everyone is her sole mission,
With laughter, suspense and anticipation.

Judy is the sexiest in the family,
Athletic figure with a hair styled carefully,
Great taste of fashion and terribly boastful,
Incredibly cute, hardworking and a soul so beautiful,
A lady of few words and lots of smiles,
Jovial but when angry skips meals,
Often on the wrong side of mom’s commandments,
Receives punishments on unpleasant announcements.

Cherishes duties ending up with cooking,
Well informed on what falls where, when serving,
Very loyal and never selfish,
Invites a thousand to her only dish,
A family recognized ‘Miss Traveler,’
Always on the move to unleash and discover,
Distinguished by her nurturing abilities,
Grows anything to quench her curiosity.

Blixen is the coolest of the sisters,
Curious blogger of celebrities and superstars,
A close friend to all and never sells out,
The most organized and almost smart,
Most likely future death victim of Rachael’s jokes,
Laughing at anything even the faces she makes,
She has a desire to do her school work,
But sleep gives her no chance to glance at any book,

Short, but has a dream of becoming a model,
Fats and junks have given her another body model,
She has embarked on body exercise,
But can’t help the sight of cakes and cheese,
At times she can be very naïve,
But always has a way to survive,
Her dreams are out of this world,
Hopefully she’ll make it to German land.

Sarah is the family’s most innocent,
The family’s adorable pet,
The sweetest and amazingly beautiful,
With the lightest complexion but heavily tearful,
The youngest and everyone’s messenger,
To sneak out for play, she’s quite a trickster,
Rachael fastens her breath,
By making fun of her two big front teeth.

Never lets a bag land in its place,
Does a thorough search for any snack trace,
Terrible at getting into one’s nerves,
Especially during hide and seek games,
Can also be very careless,
Worrying and keeping mommy on toes,

But still Mama’s great bundle of joy and peace.
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