My family,
My boy,
My girl,
We three.
Part of another
Family of three.
Separate families,
Sharing space,
Never bending,
Never blending,
Never melding,
Simply tolerating.
But my boy,
And my girl,
WE THREE.
That’s family to me.
My boy,
My girl,
We three.
Part of another
Family of three.
Separate families,
Sharing space,
Never bending,
Never blending,
Never melding,
Simply tolerating.
But my boy,
And my girl,
WE THREE.
That’s family to me.
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your girl and your boy, are they the twin?
ReplyDeleteI hope you a'ways be happy with your FAMILY
And you rock!
ReplyDeleteHugs!
That bond is the heart of family.
ReplyDeleteYou express it well.
Very well stated.
ReplyDeleteThat is the one that truly counts!
ReplyDeleteThe photo says it too.
ReplyDeleteshort and sweet, but SO long on Love. xox
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT! Insightful, fun and so true! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteYou are really great at expressing yourself through poetry! I love it!
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