My Girls Poem by Jaquesha Webb

My Girls
yeah they fight and tell on each other all day
They might say they hate Each other
Then go out side together and play
When one cries the other tells her sister it's going to be alright
And when there scared they hold each other real tight
A bond they have no one can break
They're my gift from God and my joy throughout my day
Sitting back watching them as they grow
It's the little things that means a lot to me
My daughters, three sisters my little bumble bees
One might fuss because her sister has her shirt on
'mom she's wherein my shoes'
And she has more then me
o how quite funny they can be
Behind all the fussing and fighting
at the end of The day
they know they have each other
and I wouldn't have it no other way