Poem: Sisters, Traditions Passed Down
Sisters, Traditions Passed Down
Sisters, there were three, as close as can be
Sisters, rotate responsibility.
Sisters, grow tired, too much work to do.
Sisters, tired, pass job to me and you.
Sisters, us young, work hard, try to fulfill
Sister’s mothers, the biding of their will.
Sisters, us two, will give it a go
Sisters, me and you, tired we now grow.
Sisters, daughters, it’s time to pass baton.
Sisters, and brothers, it’s how now is done.
Sisters, brothers, work together for the whole.
Sisters and brothers, family fun now goal.