My three sisters

Three sisters my mother left me,
Lonely seated perched I wonder:

Bless Winnie, tenacious and strong,
Bold enough to trace a cloud.

Guide Emily, seeking to behold,
Wits and exploits our loved ones foretold.

Sly Elizabeth, just in time,
reaping and gleaning furrows ashore.

Remind my mother, I live to testify
Bracing my sojourns to uplift them all.

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Nairobi National Park,
12/05/07