Kids Again

There I was serving up the coney islands when in walked a friendly stranger so unknown but somewhat familiar "Can I help you?"I asked then suddenly a bolt of recognition a shot of electricity The thrill that cannot be washed away in a sea of happy tears "Is it really you?"I asked in barely a croak a hissing whisper Trepidation-what if I'm just crazy? But no,it was her The oldest of our brood Now I am the middle child again! This is not right brain,left brain This is pure emotion-run to her Embrace my long ago lost sister She wraps me up in her arms I'm five again She's twelve Years are vanished and memories are blooming Ever since then we've been making new ones! By Deb Wilson for contest"One Stand Out Day"