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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Poem 163: Siblings

It all began when you were young;
the firstborn and the only one.
But when I came I wrecked the mold
and turned the three into a four.
Josh came next in different form;
He was the boy, in our girl world.
And now we're old, and split apart
but just in place and not in heart.
For where I go, I'll always pray
in love that safe my siblings stay.

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