The Way They Were

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The glory days
are embossed on my inner eye
Intense, dazzling like the sun’s imprint
on the corporeal eye
when staring at it without protection.

It’s always there
nudging my mind into remembrance.
Two little girls;
one chestnut head, one golden;
one tall, one small, yet sisters.
Laughing and loving,
tears, fears,
yet always loyal and trusting.

So many years have past;
gone forever
except for their shadows
dancing on the screen of reminiscence.

Sisters still.
Precious times
alive only within my heart.
So much clutter between them;
so many lonely miles apart.