Seven Sisters

I’ve been lax in posting since the River of Stones project finished at the end of January. This poem is about my sisters, all seven of them. Perhaps it should more correctly have been titled Eight Sisters since there are eight of us. I often find myself standing to one side and watching them, thinking about how time has changed them–and me. I know I am blessed to have them as sisters, and wanted to honor that relationship with this poem.


Deep lines etch my sisters’ faces,

Lines of laughter, lines from tears.

In their voices ring the memories of our childhood,

singing in the dusty yard

while in the kitchen our mother in her apron

cooked the evening meal.


How could we know

that we would be the gray-haired women in the kitchen,

wearing aprons and trying to remember

the recipe for fruitcake and what our mother told us

About the kind of wine to use

To preserve its sweetness?


About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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5 Responses to Seven Sisters

  1. mamabug says:

    How beautiful, I’m sure your sister’s will love this! It really touched my heart.

  2. Libby says:

    This is just perfect. How lucky you are to have so many sisters!

  3. Susanna says:

    I feel very blessed, Libby. There is no one quite like a sister to confide in, laugh with, and comfort.

  4. Theresa says:

    That is lovely Sue. A treasure to keep

  5. I love this write about your Sisters, and I must imagine that they adored the writing as you gifted them….
    I came to your site via 50 Words…and I love your work…

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