The threads that bind
Inspection to the present
Childhood events moulding
The clay you see today
An only child! my lot to bear
That load made lighter for having them to share
Precious !
The threads that bind us to the grave
We were a click; among the greater whole
Special! that’s what we are
Four girls and a boy
Siblings true
For A while we were the kids on the block “literally”
Formative times in each of our lives
The teenage years
“The age of mistakes” valuable lessons learnt
We shared those, valuable times
Into young adulthood
Took our separate paths raised our families
To the lose knit worldwide unit we are to day
We were five; now we are two
But the treasure lives on within
Until the universe has the last laugh
