+siblings+

Two beings,
Related by blood,
Put together
Taught to share and love.
They grow together
And know each other as they know themselves.

A bond is shared between the two,
Its presence not always known.
No matter how many fights, how much pain,
Siblings will always be siblings.

Things do happen and they grow apart.
Deep inside, a part of them is not there.
A part of them is missing.

They miss the days when who sat in the front was a big deal.
If only things were that simple.
If only life were simple.

copyrighted March, 1999. all rights reserved.

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