Me thinks family means different things at
different times of our lives. My father was
one of three brothers, but none of them lived
in the same town. Dad's younger brother lived
only a couple of hours away. I can remember
getting so excited when we were going to see
my cousins. I secretly thought of the two girls
as my younger sisters and their older brother
was one of the great loves of my life. Dad's
other brother lived far, far away in the grand
metropolis of Denver. To me, that was as
magical as any Disneyland. Alas, the visits
there were few and far between. His girls,
somewhat older than me, were exotic. They
even knew how to turn cartwheels! Their
younger brother was a cutie and my Sammy
adored him. Now, lo these many years later,
we are still in different towns and places,
different lives and spaces . . . even some of us,
in never, never land. I find myself missing
them; still, they live in my heart and I wish
them well.
remembering mine
in a land far far away
they belong to me
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