We Three

You two sisters and I,
we three came home
to only one mother
now still alive.
 
But we rejoiced in our
bond that has held us so
tight  through decades of
memories that we love
to impart.
 
Though many years pass
between our visits, we pick
right up where we leave
off as if no time had elapsed.
 
The familiarity of childhood
play, roaming the woods,
biking for miles, tea parties
and birthdays shared
somehow seems an
unshakeable foundation.
 
We are intrinsically connected
and steadfast like nature’s
rhythm, the seasons
and the comforting cycles
of the sun and the moon.

Abhra is our host today over at dVerse Poets and invites us to contemplate homecoming:  http://dversepoets.com/2014/08/12/poetics-homecoming/

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  1. Nothing beats sisters together. Lovely poem Gayle.. I hope you are enjoying Summer. xox Love Sue xx

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    • Thanks, Sue…so nice to see you! Two girlfriends (who are sisters) and I had a reunion several weeks back…so fun to reconnect. Summer has been mellow for me…which I like. How is yours going, Sue? What kind of weather do you generally have there for your summers?
      Love,
      Gayle xo

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      • Gayle this summer has been one of the best, with warm days.. all be it at times torrential rains which come down like a monsoon.. But the garden has done well, and I made a decision to retire from work at the end of Aug.. so Yes a brilliant Summer all told :-) xxx Much love back xx

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        • That’s great to hear, Sue. Gardens love those torrential rains (we just had one here!). And congratulations for your upcoming retirement…that’s going to feel nice…so happy for you. Love and hugs… :~)

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  2. great that you remain friends – who else shares that same experience of growing up

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  3. I love that instant reconnect.. there’s something eternal with siblings— alas for some fights will blossom instantly too… good that you keep going well :-)

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    • Well, they’re sisters and I’m the friend from the neighborhood…had a nice reconnection recently…so nice. Thanks for coming by, Bjorn.

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  4. Lovely poem Gayle. I feel this connection woth my sisters too x

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    • Thanks, Christine. I guess I didn’t make it clear…that I was reconnecting with two sisters that I grew up with in the same neighborhood…we aren’t sisters. Although one of my sisters just left here from having a visit…that was equally fun! :) xo

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  5. it is pretty cool how we can pick right back up after so long
    and that is with so very few beyond family that it truly works with.

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  6. I like this very much, Gayle :)

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  7. that’s as a rarity: a connection so deep, you pick right back up, no matter how long its been since the last meet. I’m an only child, but I do have that connection with my best friend; it feels good.

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  8. I so admire that unshakable bond with siblings ~ You all are lucky to have that instant bonding as if the years in between just melted away ~ Your words resonated with me, very lovely Gayle ~

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  9. A beautiful testament to true sisterhood, and family. Loved it.

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  10. Lovely to have such a close bond.

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  11. Familiarity of childhood is key to finding home…in our hearts, memories, and in reconnecting..nice..

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  12. Beautiful words to bring a warm glow of shared companionship, even to a ‘lonely only’ like me, Gayle! :)

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  13. I come here after so long, I don’t remember. Few words were just about all to add that missing smile. Family, yes, I miss. Reading your words made me imagine you and your sisters playing around wearing li’l frocks. Hugs to your mom… she gave you. Silly me, and these tears. The longest relation I have lived so far is with my best friend Ruby. Mom, seventeen years and that’s not enough. It’s short!
    I feel the warmth and the boding… there’s something about childhood that binds us together. Nice to see you write again. It’s a delight to read you always. Wish we were around physically too! Alas I am still a human to wish for it.
    Sending loads of love and hugs xoxo

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    • Aww…so happy to have you visit again, Olivia. I had a reunion in our hometown with two sisters/friends who I grew up with in our neighborhood. They came by and visited with my mother too…their mother has passed away. I’ve stayed in touch with these friends and they feel like sisters to me. My siblings and I are very close too…I am so blessed to have us all care for each other like we do.

      Your tears are not silly…just seventeen years was way too short, Olivia…I’m so sorry, dear one. Yes, we are human, so we can wish for these things and it’s totally alright. It would be fun to be close by to each other for sure. :~)
      Love and hugs coming your way…

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      • This so sounds like me and my best friend Ruby, but for the lack of a better word. It feels warm and cozy, kinda protected and blessed. I miss one such feeling in continuation. At times I crave for it and then that shield goes up in no time. We tend to make friends with people from our childhood. Our growing up years have something strange in it. That essence of bonding with people loses with time. We draw priorities and the best person available to us gets off the list for she doesn’t fit in… or so we understand. Thereon we run so fast that we don’t realize our loss!
        I know I’m stressing my brains again… the only time we have ever had by us is in our childhood. Whoever said impressionable age.
        Many more hugs coming you way. Thank you for your love <3

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        • It is warm and cozy to have a long time friendship like you have with Ruby. I seem to be more firmly attached to those friends that I made while growing up…something about forming them while young perhaps…like you said. I just saw another longtime friend over the weekend. One of my sisters came to visit our mother and we all got together and shared our memories…and laughed and laughed. Such fun. I don’t collect people so much anymore…maybe I just don’t have the energy to put into it…especially if people don’t share my views on life. I’m not sure…
          And here are more hugs for you, Olivia…love you! xoxo

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  14. I recall the stories you had written about you and your sisters. This poem showcases them again with your childhood memories. It’s so true when you say – you pick up right where you leave off –
    Enjoyed this Gayle – well done as always. : )

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    • Thanks, Izzy. This was about me and two sisters/friends that I grew up…their mother has passed away but they wanted to come by and see my mom too while they were in town. We have remained close. I feel blessed that we are still friends after so long. xoxo

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  15. This poem speaks to me in different ways. I have two other sisters and only my mother is alive. We’ve tried to keep our family ties close and have done an incredible job doing so…until recently.

    My younger sister has “gone off the reservation” as it were and we are all at a loss for what to do. I believe she has joined a cult and now isolates herself from us because she feels our way of life and our beliefs are wrong or harmful. My mother (now 81) is most hurt by her disenfranchisement from the family. It’s all very painful. So your poem makes me long for the days when we were close…

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    • So sorry to hear about this situation with your sister, Lorna. And I can’t imagine how it must feel to your mother. I can’t begin to understand people and their beliefs that bring more harm than happiness. How about some heartfelt letters? Sometimes a letter may be received better than trying to reach out in person. You can just bombard her with positive, loving energy and let her know she’ll always be close in your hearts. But I understand…we’ve had some temporary estrangements between family members and fortunately, in time, all worked out for the best.
      Holding you in metta…

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  16. I just responded to a comment you made – about my family “space”. Then I discover this post. My two sisters and I fit so perfectly into this poem, Gayle, that it feels “home”. I could lie in it and nap! 😴

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