Siblings

Brief was the time spent together Days fleeting as the sand washed away Games we played I no longer remember But poignant memories come in replay. Paper dolls, comic books, and crayons Mumps, measles, and then some fights Those bitter scoldings from nasty nuns, Our rosary beads that never shed light. We used to be close, stood side by side- Shared doodles, radio, cross stitch art. How come the space has grown so wide We have become strangers, siblings apart? Hurts were tattoos we marked with words Forgiving is a freedom we can't seem to face, So futile to draw the sketches you record- Anger in pictures that you cannot erase?