We were little kids
youngest ones of families two
we played together happily
visits that came far apart, too few
Just two little kids
blond hair both of us
I was the younger one who
idolized the older one, waited at the door
We two little girls
understanding nothing at the time
separated for two score years plus
by the demands of the elders, out of our control
We are a gift back to each other now
Finding that some bonds hold
even when forgotten
due to circumstances beyond our grasp
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