We were conceived together,
our first existence, sharing our mother's womb.
We took our first breath's of life
within minutes of each other,
slept in the same bed for many years
and we shared the same room for more years than that.
We dressed alike, one of us wearing pink, the other, blue.
We shared books and toys,
clothes and even, boys.
My best friend, my sister, my twin,
the other half of me.
We've always had our own distinct personalities
and no one could get madder,
than each of us, at the other,
nor forgive each other more.
My best friend, my sister, my twin,
the other half of me.
There have been a few circumstances in life
that kept us apart and the loss I felt at her absence
was beyond description.
Suffice to say, I felt so much less of who I am.
As we grow older, I'm looking forward to us
being crotchety old ladies,
running our canes along fencing rails
and poking children, scolding, saying
'Now, in my day...! '
On this, our 53rd birthday,
I want her to know
I'm so glad that I've had her to share in this journey of life
and you're my best friend, my sister, my twin,