One is a bit older, the other much younger,
My brothers. I see them seldom
As we live so far apart now.
Actually, when we were young we didn’t
Spend a lot of time with each other, anyway.
We had our own friends, went our own ways.
There was always time enough and to spare.
As we grew older and had young families,
We got together for holidays sometimes
Or other special family events.
We talked often on the telephone.
We celebrated events with our children,
Then grandchildren, and still do.
But the years have passed, our children
Are grown, with their own families, and
We come to realize we are getting old.
Suddenly we have a need to be connected
To those who remember, those with whom
We shared our childhood, those who
Knew our grandparents, who shared our
Christmas traditions, our family’s idiosyncracies.
We need to see each other, to hug each other.
We need to reminisce, to put our past
In context, to put to bed old hurts
And rejoice over the good memories.
We need to remember our parents,
To cry together about the sad times,
And laugh at ourselves over funny
Things that happened in everyday life.
We need to love, to reconnect the past
With the present, while there is still time.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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