Contributor: Gary Thomas Hubbard

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My Sisters are all just like my Mother used to be
And every time I lose one, I lose a piece of me

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They helped to raise me from when I was very small
They are mixed in my memories since before I could crawl
I remember they would pick me up whenever I skinned my knee
And every time I lose one, I lose a piece of me

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Time passes and you think the pain won't ever go away
Then you realize all the good memories are here to stay
When you look at a photograph then you can see
And every time I lose one I lose a piece of me

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My Sisters are all just like my Mother used to be
And every time I lose one I lose a piece of me.


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I am The Father of two and a Paw Paw. I was born and raised in Ohio and now I live in Florida. I had one of my poems published in "Stormcloud Poets Second Anthology".