by Randal A. Burd, Jr.
Attempt to add the hours we have shared: One hundred thousand, maybe thousands more? Our paths conjoined for several years before We struck out on our own and even dared Imagine we would chase our dreams beyond The borders of our joyful, sheltered lives. But now we live with husband and with wives In separate towns and rarely correspond, Or so it seems when measured and compared To neighborhood crusades we daily swore Would never end. But we would soon respond To destiny. What from those days survives? That we still share a special sibling bond Though kept apart by long, infrequent drives.