Four Sisters (following seven brothers)
Ladies of tough love
you four turned out to be
forever, always fond memories
coming from the black sheep of our family
A gang of twelve kids
a tough time indeed
growing up in a small borough
north of Allentown
The scraping and scrubbing
of the kitchen floors
wiping down walls
re-adjusting the wind leaking doors
strutting to church
high heels on a Sunday morn
Hell hath no fury
liked a womans' scorn
poem by Matt Mondschein
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