Siblings Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Brief was the time spent together
Days fleeting as the sand washed away
Games we played I no longer remember
But poignant memories come in replay.

Paper dolls, comic books, and crayons
Mumps, measles, and then some fights
Those bitter scoldings from nasty nuns,
Our rosary beads that never shed light.

We used to be close, stood side by side-
Shared doodles, radio, cross stitch art.
How come the space has grown so wide
We have become strangers, siblings apart?

Hurts were tattoos we marked with words
Forgiving is a freedom we can't seem to face,
So futile to draw the sketches you record-
Anger in pictures that you cannot erase?