We Hold Each Other’s Histories
What an honor to have had this time with you,
My brother and my sisters of childhood.
For it is we who hold each other’s histories,
Integral parts of the moments that shaped our beings,
It is we who know each other best.
There are things that have meaning to us,
Conversations we can have,
That others just don’t understand,
Weather child, or spouse or any other kin.
As I see each and every one of you,
And remember moments past,
Important parts of who I am,
Have you imbedded within.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose