A Sister, My Brother
by Denny Lancaster
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Have you thought of kisses my brother
if so then with them you I will smother
but if not by kisses you had not druther,
then perhaps a gentle hug by mother;
But I know by this discourse you see
in later years when we both grow old
and our hair has turned from red to gray,
you will remember me as a little girl I'll be
in the faerie stories our mother once told,
when we would still be children one day.
I know you remember the wee and little folk,
though some we know thought them a joke,
but mother believed in them with all her heart
and from these memories to never, never depart;
And now the whole world scampers to and fro
with cheer mounting from their up turned lips;
While the world seems like a gentler place
with happy smiles glowing every where we go,
as to childhood dreams everyone takes trips
and none of us stops dreaming nor makes haste.
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