WHEN MY SISTER AND I ARE OLD
we shall wear Purple!
We will spend our Saturdays seeking out every garage sale within a ten mile radius. We will critique the bargains
and say
"Oh, remember this---we need to have one of these!"
.
We will grocery shop all about town, hunting down the sales and tasting deli samples at each stop. We will make promises to each other, like
never wear nylon plastic rain bonnets
never wear nylon knee-highs with a dress
and
always keep a pen and paper next to your bed so you don't forget those night-time thoughts.
We will walk the Malls at 7 a.m.
and wear shirts that say
SISTERS ARE FOREVER FRIENDS
We'll have a glass of 7-up at dusk, gossip a little and giggle a lot. We will do all these things and more
MY SISTER AND I
when we grow old and
wear purple
.
Jody Loughton
I really like this poem, since I have sisters
The poem really says we'll drink wine, but 7-up is better with me
Beth and I love yard sales. She can scan the whole thing in just
a few seconds, and can tell whether it's worth another look or not.
We can do 15 yard sales in less than an hour and a half
unless of course you have a baby in a car chair to move in and out
Don't take babies to yard sales.

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