From the desert to the rain,
Feel the moisture; home again,
Flights of fancy in the sun
Are now past. The
journey’s done
As we find each old routine
Remembering everything we’ve seen
Over quiet cups of tea;
Spending hours, you and me.
Being sisters, home at last,
Leaving quarrels in the past,
Finding spirit after all,
Kindred moments we recall.
We are different, yet the same.
We’ve lived life.
We’ve passed through flame
Never knowing how we’d end,
Only glad for time to spend.
© 2013 Pam H. Murray
That's how life is, especially with sisters! Could be a roller-coaster experience where conflicting ideas are often found, but ultimately reunion could be enjoyed. // paul
ReplyDeleteThank you Paul; I suspect brothers are pretty much the same. I know my 5 are pretty tight.
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