Twins

“Are you sisters?”
“No,” we say,
“But you’re not alone.
We’re often asked that.”

I glance at my friend
Born across the continent;
She has a couple inches on me,
I have more years, and pounds.

But there’s something in our poise,
Our perspective,
Our way of engaging others,
That creates, I think,
The allusion to family.

Perhaps not twins,
But even twins
Are more dissimilar
​​​​​​​Than friends of the soul.

(Last Tuesday these phrases kept running through my head with this prompt, so I just went with another free verse. Sometimes that’s just what works!)

Distant Relative

In third grade, in a missionary kid school on the other side of the globe,
My friend Sara and I discovered
We had distant relatives
Who had been enemies—
Or at least opponents.

She had the advantage—Abraham Lincoln touched her line.
My great-grandmother 
had been something like
Second-cousin-once-removed
To the opposition.

I remember my awe at Sara’s brush with greatness, 
Yet I wondered:
How could she be related to Lincoln,
Since her family 
was from Washington State?

I was little concerned over my notorious ancestor.
My teachers read more interesting stories:
Great inventors like George Washington Carver
Who made a whole feast out of peanuts,
And dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr.,
Whose name I knew before Martin Luther’s.

It was much more interesting that Sara and I were friends
While our distant relatives had fought,
And that somehow the Davis nose
Passed to my great-grandmother
And to my mother.

Relations are sometimes relative.

Jefferson Davis
Lorena Ellis McShane

(No form today–I decided to throw caution to the wind and go with free verse. It was very freeing ☺. I hope you enjoy this trip down memory lane, along with some photos for reference. It’s so interesting to me how memories work. Will I be vilified for mine, or does friendship outweigh distant relations?)