Once They're Grown

Siblings scatter once they’re grown
And keep in touch by text or phone
So visits may be spread apart
Despite the nearness in one’s heart.

It’s strange to think that they once shared
Their childhood years, which then prepared
The paths they’d choose to venture on;
Then poof! That common life is gone.

For lucky ones, the bond remains
Though hugs require cars or planes
But miles and years can’t cut the ties
That only siblings recognize.