Raised as an only child, I've always wondered,
what would it be like to have a sister or brother?
Dear friends sometimes seem close enough
to be part of your own family, yet they're not.
I'll never know what it's like to be a sister either.
It's common roots and memories of the past
that draw people together. Cousins can be close,
we share the same grandparents and history.
Then there are those sisters who are far apart.
Different as night and day and perhaps through
arguments or grudges they are as distant as
strangers rarely speaking or expressing love.
I know some sisters like that...life is too short
to let walls be built between us and loved ones.
It happens either because others won't open up
or won't forgive and forget. What a waste...
(My mom was close to her sisters as was my grandma.)