Two sisters that I never saw Are lying underneath the ground. Sometimes my mother takes me there And says that I may play around. But while she sits so quietly, I often have imaginings, And see a-flying near her head Two little baby girls with wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |