Sisters by Fred Donald Brace

As a young boy I wondered

what good are Sisters for

They’re not good at baseball,

or playing with army men on the floor.

In fact they played with dolls,

and things I couldn't understand,

and when I started playing Rock & Roll

I didn't want them in my band.

I knew my friends thought them pretty,

and I guess a little of that I could see,

but only when they helped out of trouble

were they of much use to me.

Time and tide has a way of changing things,

and I found myself crying on the floor

T'was my Sisters who helped me up,

and they've helped me so much more.

Now I feel sorry for the guy without a Sister,

as I am lucky enough to have two, 

and I thank God in Heaven above

That He blessed me with the both of you.