|To my sister on Mother's Day:|
Often I remember how we were
More focused on ourselves when we were young.
Years and children sweep in like a tide,
Separating us on distant shores.
In truth, we're even closer than before,
Sustaining our childhood inside,
The memories to which we both belong
Enriched by what love teaches us to bear,
Resonant with what we rarely say.
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