4 sisters with eyes of glass
watched through windows laced with frost,
the next year brought a Christmas trip
the youngest sister bit her lip
and didn’t think they ought to go,
as this year they had promised snow
but they returned when New Year’s Day
had melted all the snow away.
the next years brought the wedding veil,
the oldest sister set to sail,
the 2nd sister moved away,
the 3rd sister refused to stay.
and so the youngest, all alone,
a little sad, a little grown,
watched the sun in summer’s glow
and then on Christmas, watched the snow.