Glue

When siblings reminisce, it's strange
Which memories they share.
Though certain details match,
Exact comparisons are rare.

Two of us can almost taste
That soggy toaster bacon;
Yet the third one's positive
That we must be mistaken.

Other memories bubble up;
We reach into our brains
To see which scenes have disappeared
And learn what truth remains.

Reality is tricky, though.
What meant a lot to me
Might not have mattered to my sibs
To quite the same degree.

The beauty of reunions is
The chance to reconnect.
In reaching back across the years,
We can't be circumspect.

And so we laugh, excluding all
Outside our sibling glue.
We slip into our younger selves,
As siblings often do.

But I am not surprised to see
That distance, time and age
Have not affected what to others
Might be hard to gauge:

That childhood's bond, still strong and tight,
Which fills me with affection,
Will always be, at least for me,
A permanent connection.