Poem 624
Five Strong - Lisa Izzie
July 23, 1995
- Sometimes into the hours,
- The wee hours of the night.
- Sometimes just after breaking,
- Of the first morning light.
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- I have called,
- I have cried,
- And questioned them with whys,
- They have listened,
- They have heard,
- And offered me kind words,
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- They are the limbs of which support me,
- Who I run to when I'm sad.
- They are the arms that embrace me,
- Even when I'm bad.
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- They have guided,
- They have chided,
- They've given me their love.
- They are my hope,
- My inspiration,
- A divine gift from above.
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- Oh, I'm lucky,
- For I am given,
- Not just one, or two, or three,
- But FIVE
- Count them FIVE,
- Are on my family tree.
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- I am Five Strong with Sisters,
- Who love me for me,
- Whose advice I cherish,
- And company I seek.
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- I thank them for caring,
- In my heart I hold them dear.
- Should they ever need me,
- They should know that I'll be there.
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- I am Five Strong with sisters,
- Not just one, or two, or three,
- But FIVE,
- Count them FIVE,
- Sisters who love me.