between
rooms, between beds,
between
chairs
at the small table
in the dining room,
the sofa,
the picnic table in the yard
wasn't much.
there was little
elbow
room, brother against
brother,
sisters, knee against
knee.
we were close and yet
sadly not so close
anymore,
the miles and time,
a myriad of differences
have
pushed us away
from one another.
without a mother
to put her
arms around us,
there
no longer is one home
to go home to.
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