Once They'Re Grown

Siblings scatter once they’re grown And keep in touch by text or phone So visits may be spread apart Despite the nearness in one’s heart. It’s strange to think that they once shared Their childhood years, which then prepared The paths they’d choose to venture on; Then poof! That common life is gone. For lucky ones, the bond remains Though hugs require cars or planes But miles and years can’t cut the ties That only siblings recognize.