Please chase me round the house again
And fall about and scream and shout
Jostling and fighting and marching in strides
Helplessly laughing and clutching our sides
Messing and playing and mucking about
We were just siblings and there is no doubt
That today I look right back to the past
And wish those heavenly days could just last
But we grew up, we grew old and the time it’s just gone
But the memories are there and I linger on
Till I meet my maker and ask him and say
Go find my sis please I’m wanting to play.
jennifer jane pryce
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