Sisters, Sisters, there were nine.  Two are  up above, and no longer here, at this particular time.
Sisters, Sisters, now there are seven.  We hope to see our two sisters one day who's gone  up in heaven.  
We spend time reminiscing, over the things of our past.  We recall things, that really made us laugh.
There were a time, when three of us sung together.  We traveled everywhere, in all types of weather.
My sisters love people, they love to make them smile.  This is a trait we all have, even from a child.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing