Sisters

In innocence they twirled and twirled
their filmy summer dresses
wrapping 'round
their sturdy legs

And holding hands they laughingly
fell back upon the ground
and felt the sweep of morning air
across their faces.

And lying oh so quietly
they sang a little song,
their voices softly, sweetly
reaching to the sky

Then suddenly they'd rise and throw
their arms around each other
and whisper that
together they would stay

But winter came and with it
brought to one of them, the youngest,
such a trial she did succumb
a little while
,
Her body frozen, movement gone
as in the game of London Bridge
both lying on the ground
in breathless joy

She'd try to sing a little song
the one that in her innocence
she softly sweetly
murmured to the wind

Then somehow she would rise and throw
her arms around her sister
who would steady her
and whisper once Again