Faith
its something to believe in
but for me, much more than a thing; a person.
we are not one in the same.
but we might as well be.
Twins, except for the age,
actually a birth Mother and Daughter.
one fond memory from retro years, driving home with Uncle and Sister and Faith
from the winchester mystery house; we were on the old 84.
Slow drivers anger us to laughter:
Faith and Uncle ask
“what is the major malfunction here?”
Me so literal, so young, so silly:
“i think it’s that white van up there”
the whole car is full of tears
we still laugh about it like it was yesterday.
What did you think
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Hrm. Good poem.

