I take pride in very few things
Of which the most loved are my siblings
We were as little as children were then
From the same source at intervals; I can’t tell when
Spoons, plates, and kisses we shared
But greater bound were the love for each other on which we fed
Papa and mama will tell us we had them but we were by ourselves stronger
That we could pull down any wall and rebuild it together
We loved papa and mama but each of us held to each other the most
To stand side by side and about one another boast
One might fall off the track but will certainly smile to see a familiar hand
Of his brother or sister pulling him from the sand
I love my siblings, everyone who knows us can tell
How proud, strong and confident parents could be with a lady, a man, and a male
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