So Many Years
We drew a line
down the bed’s
middle. “Not one
toe over the line,”
I told my sister.
Cold nights, I reneged.
“And no more using
my sweaters,”
I warned. Maybe
I scared her. Who
knows? I wasn’t
a very good older
sister. Mean and
didn’t notice her
much. I regret
that all days. She’s
still my friend
though. Amazing.
Yet, from the
time I used to tell
her and little
bro ghost stories,
(at their
request), I did care,
just had trouble
thinking past
my own troubles
and happenings.
Then came
children.
Our four sons,
their friends;
all the fun,
joy, trials, upsets.
Nothing better
than snuggling
to read them a
book at night,
or kiss them off
to school
each day with a
prayer.
After that,
grandkids totally wiped
out personal
absorption. It was all
for them, from
day one, no question.
Strange it
seems, it takes so many
years not to
care about the line
down the middle, or sweaters.
down the middle, or sweaters.