The Quiet Song

For Div, Mimi, and Me

Once upon a time,

Three sisters found out

That sisters they were

beyond a doubt.

Oh, they smiled and grinned

One laughed so divine.

Another smiled with the wind

And another was lovely of design.

They found a little door,

That led three different ways.

One was busy and never bored

The other two found dissimilar rays.

But though they found it hard to see

And sometimes to hear.

They held each other virtually

And knew they did not fear.

Enchanting a tree of Ink

That they would always cross

Whenever one of another thinks

A message was sent via albatross.

They speak little like of old.

And the wind-ward girl does miss

The divine smile of the Bold

And the sweet laugh of her little sis.

This is how the story goes

And, as far as anyone know,

They still walk their determined ways.

But with something for each to say.