Sunrise, Sunset------Sunrise, Sunset

My sister is sunrise and I am sunset. We are as different as two people get. It’s just that we look at things and see our personal shade of comfort tea. My glass half gone, while hers half full. She is so smart, while I’m full of bull. She sees the good life we have had while I tend to hunt for the latest fad. On just one point we both can agree. We both raise high the love of family. On its pedestal, that prominent place, reminds us to share personal space. How each gives each a bit of heart. We reclaim each other then we part. Her cup half full seems more than fine. Yet she knows, I know, it’s just a line. © May 7 2011 CGH