sad story, but I have to admit to some confusions, which might resolve
see text

Terri )O(
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From: "cara may" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, March 15, 2002 3:47 PM
Subject: New Sub: The Three Sisters


>                 The Three Sisters
>
>
>
>       They come on Sundays now,
>       touch their long dark hair into place
>       as they slide out of the emerald Clio,
>       wave, blow kisses, to their mother,
>       dance down the steps into the hill-side house
>       where once they played, and wept, and grew. [this line suggests a
bunch of older women - with long dark hair? perhaps their twenties? which
the rest of the poem doesn't agree with. If you implied this wasn't their
car -perhaps 'his emerald Clio' it might hint at their youth?]

         Today the old car bucks and whirrs [now, is this the same car? it
doesn't fit with the glossy richness of 'emerald', so has their been a time
shift or is this someone else?]
>       at the intricacies of turning-spaces [is this difficulty in turning
round symbolic?]
>       as its driver mimes a greeting [who is this? a grown up daughter?]
>       to a social-worker, neighbour, [why social worker?]
>       who stays a moment on her doorstep,
>       thinks 'Perhaps a conversation...'
>
>
>       Others notice through their windows,
>       remember how they miss the siblings,
>       wonder what the mother does [does this mean the 'driver' S2 was the
abandoned mother?]
>       while the daughters are indulged and feted
>       by their father and the dark-haired girl-friend [is the dark hair to
join her with the youthful dark-haired daughters?]
>       who joined him from the on-line chat-room
>
>       after his family had moved out. [not sure you need this line]
>
>
> cara                                  march 2002
>
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