Glue

When siblings reminisce, it's strange Which memories they share. Though certain details match, Exact comparisons are rare. Two of us can almost taste That soggy toaster bacon; Yet the third one's positive That we must be mistaken. Other memories bubble up; We reach into our brains To see which scenes have disappeared And learn what truth remains. Reality is tricky, though. What meant a lot to me Might not have mattered to my sibs To quite the same degree. The beauty of reunions is The chance to reconnect. In reaching back across the years, We can't be circumspect. And so we laugh, excluding all Outside our sibling glue. We slip into our younger selves, As siblings often do. But I am not surprised to see That distance, time and age Have not affected what to others Might be hard to gauge: That childhood's bond, still strong and tight, Which fills me with affection, Will always be, at least for me, A permanent connection.